So far, Doug and I have collected 17 corpses. We are aiming for 20. We are currently undecided on a title, but we do have a few ideas for a cover. In the meantime, here’s another exquisite corpse to tide you guys over:

Her sweetness was immense like an overflowing cup
Full breasted Earth Mother Denine
Father Sky looks like a big fat cat
With teeth that bite but never tear the flesh
Pawing towards knowledge of the infinite
But sometimes nerves are hit
And they can sting
But thankfully the pain lasts only a millisecond
I was still swaying to the rhythm as the drums stopped
The steady restless
And quieted like an abrupt locomotive
The dance was over, but I was still moving
Alone with myself, and clearly improving
My ability to live, dream, and see beyond the surface
Fortells the depths of my unmanifested visions through space and time
We are what we aspire to be

Here’s another one:

As her heart was thumping wildly in her chest
The image of a long forgotten village came to focus
And the mental image would never be forgotten
Stuck in my mind, already rotten
Slimy cabbages and wilted lettuces, the produce of decomposition
The compost of a new generation
Sprouts saplings of varying verdant vines
Twisting around their pinky fingers
The strand of life came undone
Wahoo!
I’d catch hell and you would too
We’d keep it in a jar we’d both cherish and detest simultaneously
The bipolarity reaches a climax
And the superego bridges the poles
A titanium bridge in the making