Edgar stood, well enough aware that so many children have no resources to speak of, and playtime doesn’t mean much to them anyway. They have bigger thoughts on their minds, like ending global poverty or shooting the moon. If they’d been born with the opportunity (and indeed the duty) to waste resources, they would squirt … Continue reading Edgar – 17:17GMT
Roll up the throw rug, gypsy sailor– if not for country, then at least for Self (for once). Remember your days of sheltered altruism, never to return in this lifetime, save the effect that procreation produces through irrational instinct. I really wish I could use my arms.
A number of hellbent underbelly rectangles help burden health food retailers just trying to make a decent living for once in their lives. They tell about an ungainly appearance stemming from a tinkerer who mandates that we “belt out the checkers, belt out the checkers,” while convenient end-of-weekend towel boys spell constant effortless tabernacle choirs … Continue reading Hellbent – 23:41GMT
I took a day to spell my name, Begot four kids and cooked a goose, Remarked upon the crooked ways Of law-enforcement officers, Caught a stray cat, made it tame, Released it into calmer seas, Observed its boldest swimming stroke Until after about an hour It lost its life and floated out To open water, … Continue reading I Took a Day – 08:49GMT
Road woes continue for a small band of pheasants. They’ve lost three members already, a mother and two adolescent sons. We’re not sure whether they took a break at an inviting watering hole, or if they got shot by a wayward doorknob hunter. We’ll inform you as soon as we get confirmation of their whereabouts. … Continue reading Pheasants – 03:41GMT