Then when day the waves left the station to alert me, my Manilla gorilla honeydew was now a watermelon and could I please go pick up my dozens of pumpkins. Then I remembered the mo

Just because you are a writer or a sculptor doesn't break the compact that you've undertaken in creating this piece of art.The art is real and deserves to be nurtured just like a b

Do they lock all their characters in a box and let them fight their way out? Is that even legal? I mean, poetic license can only cover so much. At the end of the day, the author is

They had all the gumption one bunch of people could have and it still wan't enough to stem the tide of History. They, like their ancestors, were, in turn, forgotten & their existen

Categorized, repeated, disproven, &, finally, lobotomized. My 2nd life didn't start out all that promising. I had to give them 20 years service doing lucky if you do a year shit.

My sagging spirit is chafing under the weight of my fardels & foibles. All I have to show for my troubles is hubris & humus from my human side & tide. My idiosyncrasies were noted

I leave so much out. Between and at all extremes. The ever moving target a center. And in my opening closing, let me draw your attention to my red suspenders being worn by your dau

I walked into a transgression upon my domicile. I shook my fist to no avail, my past deeds here did not count. My body’s failing an affront. Sleeping on clouds is no proof against

d. Whispers and rumors would soon spread like wildfire, but no one would ever comprehend the true horrors that had taken place underneath a starless sky at midnight.

I'll move on to my next trick. Watch as I stuff four grapefruits up my volunteer's ass! I just need a lucky volunteer! Any takers?

We were driving through ranch roads when I pointed out a pile of sticks to my last friend. "Look at that faggot." She looked at me. "Maybe you should find other non-me friends."

might just kill himself or somebody else. I wanted to be the one aiming this arrow. I started by insinuating myself into his circle of friends. Having manifested his magic talents,

I worded my plans but my plans worded me not. I slipped past the shod without a worry in the world. I flip my hat at the floozy selling Bible tracts in front of the Moocher. "Uncle

If everybody took up their attitude, everybody's attitude would be theirs. If people had ladders for legs, that would be good for people without stairs. If others said they were ba

Truth be told, even at my age of 38, I still have a few virginities left. They are always there when I am with a new person, hopeful that they will finally escape. They are gettin

If I mock your godling, you pretend to take offense on her behalf. What dent of veneration did you expect your folly to obtain you against the ennui of a bored godling?

No word is offensive itself. One can give offense or one can take offense and sometimes they offend themselves as a shared experience. Either way, there has to be an intent to be

And then my contempt spoke for me. "You scruffy Antifa pipsqueak. You are nothing but a meatbot infected by memes propagated by shadowcoin. Whereas I am a licensed Decapitator. He

“No, I don’t know that I am strange and I don’t t think you do either Herr Dumphkof”, I told the neo-Australopithecus chewing on my office furniture. Their lawyer, Fqwak, pleaded

at least TRY to get help. He refuses to talk to anyone about it. And when he does, he just ends up screaming at them and storming out of the room. "It's just who I am" he tells me.