AN EPIC NOVEL OF THE AGED
WINDED, BUT NOT GONE
WINDED, BUT NOT GONE
1. ‘Show Mr. Peabody into the library, please,’ repeated the insane woman clad in rags time and time again. 2. He suffers, I fear, from a severe case of permanent adolescence. 3. She was so full of herself that she overflowed onto others.
The skill and passion combined in Gandhi’s tango were unsurpassed.
When Gandhi opened his dance studio in Tempe, Arizona, : a. people were taken aback. b. the waiting list to join was lengthy. c. although the usual dances were taught, Gandhi specialized in the tango. d. some thought he’d gone dhoti and needed a rest.
a pleasure gone too far i.e. consumption of an entire pie at one sitting.
On a grubby roof in Los Angeles circa 1930, 9 chorus girl roommates take turns pounding each other impishly to wind down from a long sweaty day at the studio spent fending off various wise guy lotharios.
The real me is a construct built of ephemeral words. Pay no attention to that flesh thing walking around.
The wind rushes at you, bending the sagebrush, throwing dust. Eyes to the ground, gripping your hat with your left hand, you watch your boots shuffle forward. You steer for the ravine waiting between the low hills at the far side of the flatland. If the map is right, and you know it is, the […]
when it’s twilight in the zone and you find yourself alone by a field of corn as silent as can be please do not despair simply be aware that you have been transformed into a tree