Morning in Ankh-Morpork

The Night Watch heads home.
The doors close on the Thieves' Guild.
What the hell's that smell??

To Die For

Icosahedron,
Providing random chance,
Invokes joy or tears.

What a Rush

Today's Tom Sawyer
Will crush you up and smoke you--
He gets high on you.

Doctor

Fire up the Tardis!

We're off on grand adventures!

Get the hell out, Rose!

More Klingon Haiku

Pain slowly recedes. Rite of Ascension passed. I am come of age!

With only a knife, I have killed the mighty Targ. Yet I live--Q'Pla!

‎"Your audit means death!" Says Moq'tha, son of Q'tor, Klingon accountant!

Klingon Haiku

Improper hashtags! Your tweets are without honor! Taste cyber death, P'Tahk!