Who said reading mainly fiction was a waste of time? Why today alone, I learned what excelsior & fruit machines are, & most of the $0.25 words I use to purple up my prose came from

He was a slacker's slacker. With the touch of Bill Murray and sprinkles of Rip Van Winkle he took reclining on the sofa all the way to broadway. His one man show was called

I hear the seconds.The sound of the passing moments. one..two..three...thousand. why I can't sleep? Why these damn thoughts aren't finished? where are all the sheep? I'm hearing

I don't really remember the day I was born...or the day I died for that matter. So I suppose we'll have to skip past all that and get to the real story. Not that there's

That's when Bernie did something that shocked me. He looked up, and pointed at my face and said, "Smell my finger."

On May 12, 2015, at 3:02 PM, Andrik Perrone was starching and ironing his shirts to prep for a new job. Then he started to think that it had been 3:02 for quite some time. He went

Turns out that creativity is something we do every day. It requires certain brainsets that include certain brain activation patterns. Brainsets change how see and access info.

The beauty of it all was the fact that I didn't even have to lift a finger. It was a Sunday like any other. As if part of my routine, I flaunted my ass in front of the Christians

I am a camera

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I couldn't wait for opening day at my delicatessen, "Tounge in Cheek"

So she stood there. The barrista's "coolness" was wearing thin. "Lady I have never made a Mocha-Frappa-Scone-Sandwich." The strollered child cried. Had he just called her "Lady?"

If he had known that this was going to happen, he never would have adopted a cat. He knew there were other things to focus on, but all he could think of was his cat

Ever have one of them deja vú moments? Every morning when I wake up it's like that for me. I feel like I've been living the same day over and over for the last three months or so.

The new trend was to step away from the digital age and embrace the analog. People gave up on CDs and blue-rays and went back to wax cylinders, music boxes and nickelodeons.

I pulled up in my Fiesta, rolled down the window, and, in time with the music, lip-synched "Get out of my dreams and into my car" at the hunk of a construction worker standing on

He pressed the play button. "Goodbye world" he proclaimed as he did so. then the song began to play. "7 AM Wakin' up in the morning, gotta be fresh gotta get down stairs"

I have been told one thing about this town over and over again. Its a phrase made up of five words. It goes like this,"It rains something rotten here."

He was a fisherman and a liar, which is pretty redundant. But he also looked like a soldier from the civil war. He had that kind of boyish face with serial killer eyes and