Tony used the corner of an agenda to pick

Tony used the corner of an agenda to pick a poppy seed from betwixt cuspid and premolar. Mission completed, he then handed the stack of agendas to Cheryl who took them gingerly and

passed the agenda's out like they were written on gold. Tony was less than thrilled with Cheryl. Sure she was a Taurus, but she was no Angela. His thoughts of Angela and her red

box, watching films and depositing them when he was done. It almost brought a tear to Tony's eyes. He had to get away from Cheryl and get back with his darling starlet, Angela.

Tony consulted the Web but found no one with her full name existed. "Hmm," he said. "Must have taken a stage name."

So Fuzzy was pole-spinning so hard she flew off in an arc. Tony, drinking quietly in the corner, broke her fall with his flaccid, defenseless body. His hatred for her crystallised

across that fine line into love. Tony put down his drink and took Fuzzy into his arms and looked into her golden eyes. Fuzzy lurched a little as she smelled his breath, but she

Could only smell garlic and onions, so she made sure he ate plenty of both. Tony's days of being a pure vegetarian were over, so he stopped going to The Chicago Diner. His diet now

consisted of contumely and dead meat. Tony never really knew who he was or what he wanted to do, so after checking reviews he thought he would give the Yuri Provoshkin seed a try.

In the Book Of The Self, Yuri Provoshkin taught that the Seed of Remorse was the at the core of all great Art. I swallowed it all, all right; hook, line, and sinker. You'd think it