NEW YEAR’S EVE
new year’s Eve i do believe is really Brigid O’Shaughnessy not Mary Astor or anyone vaster than the red dressed maidenly walking disaster
new year’s Eve i do believe is really Brigid O’Shaughnessy not Mary Astor or anyone vaster than the red dressed maidenly walking disaster
Loon: Today for our 3 questions we welcome the writer I consider to be the finest playwright in American history. I’m honored, Ms. West. Mae West’s ghost: Mmmm, thanks, honey, but honor has nothin’ to do with it. Loon: What do you mean? Mae West’s ghost: I always mean what I say. Get me? Loon: […]
Every human being lived behind an impenetrable wall of choking mist within which no other but he existed. Ummm, Oooooookay.
The V-man lived on a train with his pet spiny anteater, Terrible Ivan, from the age of six to the age of 12. When Terrible Ivan died, Vlad left the train to pursue butterflies.
As a youth in Russia, Vladimir Nabokov: a. became the youngest tractor factory foreman ever. b. startled Muscovites with his spot on wounded bear routine. c. wrote a novel outside in the dead of winter on the bark of a birch tree. d. designed pants. e. lived on a train.
I suppose the loon shouldn’t have hopped out from behind the bushes and shouted “Boo!” yesterday when the triffid was in the act of slithering down to its venison cache. It really wasn’t all that funny and might have cost the loon a limb or two. Fortunately, the triffid has a sense of humor and […]
The festivities were well under way. The Punch bowls sloshed. Conversation clattered and banged and rustled. The Lemon Drop was passed out drunk in the kitchen and in danger of being stepped on by the staggering reindeer. The Pool Cue splashed giggling from one end to the other, spitting a stream of water toward the […]
Loon: Today I confront the ghost of Davy Crockett with 3 questions. I’ve been told that you killed a bear when you were only three. With that in mind, did you ever kill a rabbit in order to be someone’s friend? Davy Crockett’s ghost: Plenty times. I done polecats and possums, too. Loon: Very interesting. […]
When she spoke, it was in a whisper that sounded like a snake licking its tongue in and out. I ain’t kiddin’. This guy dealt in some serious noir. That sentence up there is from The Postman Always Rings Twice.