Carole, in addition to being fun and funny, was a really good: a. speller. b. spelunker. c. pirate. d. taxidermist. e. loan officer.
Art is a conscious attempt to communicate beyond words. a – Yes b – No c – Huh?
THE DARK DAYS OF YESTERNOON A Quarto in 3 Acts Part 1: The Mohawk Invasion Part 3: Desperation in Quicksand POSTSCRIPT – The Crawling Beeves Lament Exit Music – The Mambo King’s Apothecary Reentry Music – Mud Spatter Part 2 – The Empty Quill Frozen yogurt – Yes
The Pride of the Mounties saddled up and rode directly into the heart of Macy’s. Dismounting in Housewares, The Pride queried the nearest associate, a fetching lemur who was, in fact, in the act of fetching a boxed set of china from the stockroom. Following the unsuccessful querying, The Pride swung into the saddle and […]
Loon: Today is Lewis Carroll’s birthday, and the Lords of the Fourth Dimension have brought his ghost over for the 3 question interview. This is quite a treat for me since I forced my parents to take me to see Cinderella 4 times in one week 60 years ago. How did you get your ideas, […]
Scaring people is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. A generous helping of lame pretend Raymond Chandler sentences are scattered about among the slew of cliches and pop cultural references stuffed and wedged and pressed against their wills into the narrative of 11/22/63.
What in the name of all things great and small was Arthur Treacher doing after hours in a Prescott, Arizona bowling alley in 1952? Only a very few people still alive, including the Queen of England, know. And they ain’t talking.
Arthur Treacher: a. kept on talking fifteen minutes after he was asleep and began talking fifteen minutes before he awoke. b. challenged Big Ben to a ding off after a night of revelry with his regiment following WWI. c. had a shabby coat he liked to wear for ten minutes every morning. d. water skied […]
The Fashion Statement rolled a last cigarette with one hand held aloft in defiance. The onlookers murmured heartfelt admiration. The Captain of the Guard removed his sunglasses and wept openly, cruelly. The order was given, and the Squad advanced with outstretched plume feathers. The tickling commenced, and The Fashion Statement writhed on the ground in […]
If melted spoons were thistles we wouldn’t need nuclear missiles
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