I need some sentences, please!?

Jim looked through his telescope at the Crab Nebula, 6,500 light years from Earth. His growling stomach was getting to be a nuisance. He'd always been an omnivore, eating steak and salad, and he thought it was outrageous that Jennifer wouldn't let him eat meat. He wished the ozone layer would thin right over her head one day and burn her up. Or maybe a devouring parasite would infest her intestines. Jim was proud of himself for using the participle "devouring" in his fantasy. Sometimes the paths in his brain were as complex as a plant's phloem. Well, their marriage had certainly reached a plateau. Jim felt as though he was trapped in a polygon with no way out. He could be the protaganist in his own fantasy if he wanted to be. Maybe he could pulverize Jennifer under a load of rocks. Trying to choose a method of murder always put Jim in a quandary.