January 11, 2011
A band of outlaws rode to the gully marked on the map. They dismounted and tied their horses to scraggly bushes. “This here’s the place, sure as shootin’,” said Alkali, tapping at the X on the map. “Yep,” said Brodie, and he spat on the ground. Butch Cavendish, the gang’s leader, strolled over and hunkered […]
January 10, 2011
The loon was happy to entertain one of his oldest and dearest friends, Betty Boop, when she was in town to sign copies of her newest book, ‘An Unabridged History of Peru’.
January 9, 2011
the silly young handmaidens spring to the fore their hands awash in blood and gore in triumph they dance upon the lawn stomping on peacocks from dusk until dawn oh the empty-hearted deed with great misfortune did succeed Burma Shave
January 8, 2011
The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance – all strewn with crumpled paper. Hank wrote brilliant short stories in the guise of fat dense novels. That there sentence what appears above you could find in ‘The Turn of the […]
January 7, 2011
“It’s nice, dear … very nice … not neat, clean and simple … rather cluttered and sloppy … but really very nice.”
January 6, 2011
%$4#(j** was in fact the first proto-hominid female to walk on the moon. Among the first creatures from an alien world to populate the earth, %$4#(j**, %$ to her friends, led a short moon excursion before the eventual landing on our tasty little planet.
January 5, 2011
A proto-hominid female is believed to be: a. the first to walk on the moon. b. the first in line for tickets to a Ricky Nelson concert. c. the first to swim from Italy to Switzerland d. the first to prepare a baked apple with the right amount of brown sugar. e. the first to […]
January 4, 2011
not here and certainly not here so don’t bother suiting up
January 3, 2011
i want to wear my socks today filled with lumber, coal, and hay but if this wish i can’t fulfill i’ll wear my socks, one on each ear
January 2, 2011
The loon awoke one morning, looked out his window, and saw a blue sky. Taking advantage of the break between storms, he rushed to the top of Harrah’s and took a picture of the aptly named Round Hill. From the same vantage point, he then took a picture of a horse and sleigh. (Hint for […]