POA TREE
twigged limbs slender sleek, not tender sticky sap leaking lures the bee king leaves rattle rustle cattle captured hanged tree from tree a lesson for you a lesson for me
twigged limbs slender sleek, not tender sticky sap leaking lures the bee king leaves rattle rustle cattle captured hanged tree from tree a lesson for you a lesson for me
Banished, the crimson stethoscope paused at the top of the hill to look back at the hospital one last time. ‘Move along,’ ordered the escort, a humorless rib spreader. ‘Take it easy, Jack. I’m going,’ said the stethoscope, waving its earbuds in an obscene manner. ‘Right. That’s it,’ said the rib spreader, and it fair […]
Jimmy didn’t stand a chance against expert markswoman Kate.
Moments before this photo was taken, Kate: a. robbed a bank. b. stole this coat from Clark Gable. c. won the fur coat in a skeet shooting contest with Jimmy Cagney. d. arrived as shown on set in a biplane piloted by Howard Hughes.
Once some daffy dills of spring gathered in a mass to sing, ‘Tra la fiddle bung dee doob, Mata Hari was a boob.’
Loon: We are entirely honored to welcome for the 3 Question Interview the first man to set foot on the moon, Neil Armstrong. Welcome, Your Grace, and would you tell us how much a gallon of gas cost in 1958 or so? Armstrong’s ghost: Oh, probably around 20 cents. Loon: Amazing. And can it possibly […]
‘Who’s who? What’s when? Where’s why?’ said the iguana to the tarantula. The tarantula, not one to be entertained by nonsense, more, in point of fact, like one to be enraged by nonsense, sank her poison escorting fangs into the iguana, thereby killing it, and dined on iguana haunch off and on for the next […]
A grand total of eight buckets of paint were dumped.
Jeanette agreed to wear this headpiece on one condition, that condition being that: a. Nelson would wear it to the premier of the movie. b. she could ritually burn it after the last day of shooting. c. if anybody on the set laughed, she could dump a bucket of paint on him, her, or them. […]
a poem from the pen of edna st. louis missouri: * ides hides destiny rides on antlered foal wind be gentle my fragile soul nickers shyly oh sweet stab