values that were pounded into my head with a rock when I was but four years old. Even so, I know that if the baby is in my stomach, I must have eaten it. Perhaps it was in that dis

you can grow your own cucumber. You can grow some real big ones. So big that, well... heh, let's just say sometimes the prolapse is worth it. Raw bacon might skeeve ya out for a

I had something to say about the fog but my mind is so foggy just now that I don't have the foggiest notion what it might have been that I was going to say about fog. And the mist!

The first time i didn't mean to but the second time was on purpose. I didn't want any of those things to actually happen.

Which is why I don't go anywhere. BRB, going to the drive thru.

Speaking of breathing, I am afraid of my own going. Coming, I have no problem with. Overstaying my welcome is a given. Imagining the welcome in the 1st place, par for the course.

and Marshall's bald head couldn't stop it on time. If we threw him under the bus, we might buy some time to hike our Lederhosen down to flash them Prester John's imaginary map. Pry

back to sleep but was disturbed moments later by the sound of a teaspoon with a particular metallic composition against a coffee cup of a certain provenance. James was about to

Most lives aren't written down, so they don't even have a chance at the remainder bin. Most lives don't need a glossary and a critical apparatus, but even a so-called ordinary life

Othertimes, I feel like chucking it all, getting rid of this mortal coil and take my dull-witted virtuosity to the phase in my soul's progress. But it is my love for humanity that

street, but like I did it on purpose. I be rollin down that street like any muthafuckin ferrari. But Manmom caught up to me, cuz I was really dizzy after barrelin down the street

But it was too late... I had already committed an act of sin. Satanic hands reached out of the clouds and pulled me down with them. I screamed all the way down like this: "AHHHHH!"

there was cheese in my bread and whisky in my teacup, he threatened to tell my cattle-rustling posse. But he had it wrong – I only drink Rémy 1837. As for him, he warn't no Texan

I couldn’t remember if I had been an elephant before I went to sleep but I had the feeling I hadn’t been. I could not imagine what I might have been if not an elephant. Still I got

your train of thought before you sat down to type it out? If you had there would be far more to this drivel than merely the bluh bluh nonsense and damn ellipses. Please take stock

eaky making us feel the sense of reality even though it mirrors our lives in all seven sides which causes illusions doubting our faiths and destinys. The circle on the other hand

I won't say that I didn't understand what I was doing. More like, I didn't do what I understood needed to be done. Involving myself in local affairs wasn't part of the plan. Nor

The glistening streets of the rained upon city reminded nobody of nothing special. Which is how we like it. A hint of the moon overhead casts enough of a shadow in her panoply of

travels light, but packs a punch with outdated technological services of every sort. You won't find a better source of the slowest possible data migration anywhere else this side

, and it felt too much like those old dating service videos.....and yes I was very familiar with them. I sent one in during a love draught in '83. Still haven't received a response