Bend your succulent orphan mentality to make rainbow belt ostrich meat plentiful. How often?
In a trance I reside, blind without my cave and useless without my unfolded shoelace temper tantrums. I would skate if momentum provided the pleasure a tether can give. I pull on restraints, gnash teeth, fall below where I thought was appropriate for a creature of my caliber. But there’s always room for an unexpected … Continue reading Fall Below
Didn’t the union of our cat with our possum hold us all to a higher standard? Under all this high pressure and performance constraints, we can reach for our goblets and salute to our health. That’s all we ever seem to have going for us anyhow.
Skin of a boa constrictor left dangling on a branch in the twilight of the twenty-third week of the fifty-sixth year of our Lord holds its hollow scales, petrified of drying up in the glare of tomorrow’s sun, that chapping tyrant.
Lord almighty, I kicked up a rally. You’ll have to forgive me for being so quaint. My oversized novelty carnival stand just collapsed in the middle of Mardi Gras. Now what am I going to do? I can’t very well walk to the old police station, they’ll laugh at my shirt and applaud for the … Continue reading I Can’t Have That, Lord Almighty