five pence and a pint of porter that is what you’re owed when the bees have rolled their wings in the sand when their honey is wet, not sticky I’ve lost my mind in this move it’s worse than lost, it’s damned shove a lit tapered candle into a wall outlet the room lights flicker…
Won Spring mourning a disgruntled fella shook his girl awake, saying “Weave know cache, sew cum hear, lett mi beet yew wit my karat.” Instead, she rolled over, blue hymn a kiss, and razed her hand, as if two waive buy-by. What would truly be impressive is if someone wrote a couple paragraphs composed entirely…
POOD, People Opposed to Old Drivers. Sometimes POOD and MADD organize meetings in the hopes of finding truth in the saying ‘power in numbers’. However, as a result of neither seeing progress in driving legislation nor a shortening of the accident column in the police blotter, most of these meetings have morphed into informal social…
Mosquitoes blown away in ecstasy when I engulf them with my carbon dioxide exhale.
not sour; tart. not moldy; fuzzy and pale green/grey colored. the day bacteria had an answer for anti-bacterial soap. they pulled us apart pretty fast. dead and dry.
The birds are so chock full of joy it’s spring that they’re singing even at 4am pitch dark out.
It occurs to him that children’s songs on tape with book accompaniment emphasize the rhyme and number of syllables so much that the phrases of the songs could be replaced with others whose subject is in no way related to the original, and no one would think twice. The only requirement is that the new…
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