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DOLLY SISTERS #dada When agreeing to appear in the Ziegfeld Follies, the Dolly Sisters insisted that the contract include: a dress up as ants clause. a hovering clause. a bear clause. a sanity clause. one page exclusively devoted to hundreds of dollar signs. pic.twitter.com/NVV44bsSxo
something just inside the door to your left. You open the door. There she is. You die.
‘baggage car’. You nod and pass through the door. You are now between cars. PUH TICK PUH TACK PUH TICK PUH TACK There is a small window high on the baggage car door. You sidle up to it, gun in hand, and risk a peep inside. A young man, wild of eye, is nodding and staring at
don your fedora and strap on your gun. puh tick puh tack puh tick puh tack You listen without listening to the constant prattling of the conductor as he leads you through car after car. When he finally stops prattling and leading, he merely points to the next door and mouths
in the baggage car with one or two hostages, we’re not certain of the number. He has these demands, you see. It’s frankly beyond us. Would you take over?’ You sigh and arise. ‘Very well. Lead on, my good fellow,’ you say. Before following the conductor out into the corridor, you
train thoughts. ‘Yes,’ you say. The door opens. The conductor, hat in hands, says, ‘Pardon, sir. A bit of a problem. We were wondering if you, well, being who you are, could possibly help us with a young man, a passenger. You see, he’s gone a bit off and has barricaded himself
THE TRAIN #flashfiction The train rushes along the track, puh tick puh tack puh tick puh tack. You, tranquil, serene, almost mesmerized, gaze at the scrubby sage brush flashing by outside. A discreet rap on the door of your compartment interrupts your train of thoughtless pic.twitter.com/8h43uFI6Qz
All boxes of hammers are smarter than POTUS45. #POTUS45
MYSTERY TITLES #dada The Lampshade Murders The Case of the Missing Elk The Sign of Four Minus Three The Handyman, Fiend of Sacramento
A triffid peeks from behind lime-hued leaves. #scifi pic.twitter.com/uTY0oDUTZv
A POEM #dada this is a poem not about owls it’s also not about goats it’s mostly about the way cheese is made with a small offhand mention of boats oh milk oh rennin (boat)
3 of 5 stars to Ahab's Return by Jeffrey Ford goodreads.com/review/show/34…
@MoviesSilently Mine is Jessie Ralph as Ma Burley in San Francisco. She only had 2 scenes, but boy, did she nail them.
DUEL #poetry trembling joe was a formidable foe he wiggled when i wagged i feinted here he feinted there my spirit sadly sagged in a final thrust i placed my all he danced aside adroitly i fell undone he pulled a gun and winged me by the oak tree
SALE #dada HURRY! FINAL FEW DAYS! OUR 20TH SEMI-ANNUAL GOING OUT OF BUSINESS SALE! PRICES SLASHED, NAY, DISEMBOWELED! (not valid where the wild fern grows)
YELLOW BIKE! #dada #poetry cruel yellow bike! yellow bike! dawn yellow bike! yellow bike! snow yellow bike! yellow bike! pic.twitter.com/AL4KqjIUxp
mumbled Edgar. A constable familiar with Edgar appeared on the scene. ‘Edgar, what are you doing? Your giraffe was pardoned long ago,’ said the constable. ‘Was she?’ said Edgar, a smile further damaging his ruined face. The constable, taking offense, clubbed Edgar senseless.
‘Say, pal, watch where you’re going,’ said a night watchman narrowly avoiding a collision with Edgar. ‘Pardon my giraffe,’ said Edgar, and he staggered on. Eight weeks passed. A man stepped over Edgar’s legs, extended as they were out onto the sidewalk. ‘Pardon my giraffe,’
2020 #flashfiction ‘Pardon my giraffe,’ said Edgar. ‘Why did that funny man say “Pardon my giraffe?” said Alice. ‘Never mind, darling. Hurry along now,’ said Alice’s mother. Edgar continued wandering the street, bumping into walls, windows, and the occasional parking meter.
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