Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing to wrangle over with Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan. Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones...I know Dylan wants to let it go, he says we should "take care", but

Sometimes it doesn't feel right being where I am at. It seems, sometimes, that there is no way out or forward. I am stuck with myself nose hair to nose hair. The cardinal direction

"Every sin is allowed if absolution is guaranteed. That way you can have both Jesus and Rasputin", explained the Head of John the Baptist to the team captains. Rasputin was not wan

I wosh I did be a Pip now I think about it, but I guess you can't change anything now. Too late for me.

I told myself that this is what I would do as soon as I got this thing done first. I just caught myself doing again the first thing while none of the following things have yet to b

I like how in that last fold I added the Folder's avatars started dancing when the ABBA came on. I did not know there was going to be any Abba either. I guess their dance was just

Am I wrong to keep quiet like this. Or should I do it more like this. I never know if I am keeping quiet correctly because I have to keep quiet. Right? Maybe, I'm too loud. I don't

There is a feeling I get when i get a feeling that the feeling of it can feel good or it can feel bad. I am not sure how I feel about that. I will need to feel it out, test drive

Oh, I see it now. I am guilty of it. How I force a confrontation between opposites much too often. Like right now when I am going to grab that passing comet and throw it in a box w

Pink Floyd poses the question: Did you trade your walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? The answer is no. There are no lead roles in the war or a cage, only souls that

Was he the girl that fucked the dead guy or was he the dead guy? The way he said it made it sound like it could be either one. I'm constrained by the language from conveying the am

I can not believe I just posted here instead of hear. I should have been listening to your folding stories. Each fold making an apartment building. Shouldn't we have a doorman?

"Hey, give me back my sandwich!" Secretly though I hoped the giant raccoon would keep eating and finish it, because (I giggled maniacally) I had just recovered from a bad case of

rembled as he took my hand and squatted on his six legs onto my laptop. "Do you see", he squealed, "your editor has changed the word 'testicle' to 'tentacle' in the above text!"

I feel like a stranger. I think I will go to the beach & kill an Algerian. My mother, who died either today or yesterday, had an opinion about the beach. I do not know what it was.

faster than Anna Nicole Smith on TrimSpa pills. So he opened a chain of restaurants that featured food fried in his own excess fat and called them Colonel Fried Tidbits. He had to

And it's school photo day!" I tried to comb my hair in the rest room mirror, but the ooze had covered it by then. I hoped that the ooze would hide my pimples as I slithered to the

I presumed that my friend was lying when he said that. The marine corps was the toughest thing there was! And though I knew it... Billy seemed unfazed by the rigorous drills. I kne

And that was what I wrote on my amazing blog for the new millenials of this age. I wrote a bunch of reviews, gaming, and personal pieces. Basic, but potent. My tummy rumbled so I w

are swathed in pig's blood and chimpanzee vomit, collectively, including those from the intimate back alley bistro Listeria Hysteria, and the bombastic party palace Cholera Calling