You jelly! You tik! You tak! You tok! You elemental cranebunny! You muddy bunfoster! You granulated pepperstaff! You rolling hipcradle! Out! Out, I say!
Bullets For Breakfast
The Cyanide Reaper
Blood On The Spats
Tesla thought about joining the circus, and, for a few weeks, he practiced juggling knives and hammers. However, he soon lost interest and turned to stamp collecting instead.
Nikola is writing:
a. ‘I am in the process of attempting to duplicate Viktor Frankenstein’s work ….
b. ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All ….
c. ‘I am wondering whether or not I should challenge Edison to a duel ….
d. ‘You might think it silly, but I am seriously considering joining the circus ….
What did Anna Pavlova keep in her large wicker trunk?
No, not even close.
An assortment of chocolates to snack on while reclining?
Jigsaw puzzles to assemble while dancing around her especially constructed tall puzzle table?
No, she kept those in a closet.
Perhaps something as boring as costumes?
Nope. Give up?
Yes. What did Anna Pavlova keep in her large wicker trunk?
Herself! She curled up and slept in it! Dracula had his coffin, you know. Anna had her wicker trunk.
The Skeffington ram had a mini-cam installed upon his brow.
While nailing it there his words to share were several shouts of ‘Ow!’
a melting dreamscape of wordmusic
Michael Corleone was the youngest son of the Don and the only child who had refused the great man’s direction.
Yes, I am reading The Godfather, and quite the page turner it is.