My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]
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(Patient rises, reluctantly approaches the bull’s-eye door, gathers courage, rips it open and plunges through. The roar of the lion drowns his shriek. Therapist, chuckling, walks over and closes the bull’s-eye door.)
bull’s-eye door and down the back stairs and out into the street. You will have faced and defeated a fear. It’s a step. Go ahead. You can do it. Patient: Could you open the door for me? Therapist: What do you think?
up screaming. Therapist:Interesting. Patient: Can’t I leave through the reception room like always? Therapist: I apologize for my next patient’s early arrival, but I have a strict policy. My patients must not meet. Look at it this way. You’ll go through the
Patient: I’m talking to you, and you tell me I have to leave by the bull’s-eye door. I don’t want to leave by the bull’s-eye door. I never had to leave by the bull’s-eye door before. So, anyway, I go through the bull’s-eye door, and a roaring lion leaps at me. I wake
THE BULL'S-EYE DOOR #dada (Therapist and patient face each other. Each is seated on a comfortable chair. A large door with a bull’s-eye painted on it looms in the background.) Patient: I’m scared to do it because of my dream. Therapist: Tell me about the dream.
3 of 5 stars to Fate Is the Hunter by Ernest K. Gann goodreads.com/review/show/28…
There comes a time for all of us when we must: 1. learn to bake cookies. 2. eat a piece of bad fish. 3. give thanks to the avocado man. 4. admit that we’re not that thrilled with marzipan. 5. consume an entire box of chocolates and rationalize it by eating a stalk of celery.
A running list of how to help fight family separation at the border: slate.com/news-and-polit… via @Slate
matrimonial query was posed. Years later, Harrison’s servant married a rose bush and built a three-handled ark. Moral: He who hears the rose speak bears close watching.
grandmother’s petal pushers,” replied the rose. Satisfied, Harrison’s servant plucked and subsequently presented the rose to his master, who in good time placed it between the teeth of the handless maiden, who, it should be noted, nodded a vigorous yes when the
HARRISON'S SERVANT AND THE ROSE #dada #fable Harrison’s servant questioned the rose closely. “Do you swear on your honor as a comely bloom that my master will succeed in winning the hand of the handless maiden?” asked Harrison’s servant. “I swear on my
2 of 5 stars to The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan goodreads.com/review/show/28…
Mabel is sucked over the falls and plunges deep into the pool below where she arrives at Bubble City and is proclaimed Queen. The merman is proclaimed hat inspector. The villain’s plan to be hat inspector is foiled. The End
rhinos. Chapter 3 Mabel falls through a crevice into the padded underground lair of a friendly merman, and the rhinos thunder by overhead. Later, she swims for her life carrying the merman on her back while being pursued by twin anacondas and swept toward the falls. Chapter 4
SILENT MOVIE SERIAL #dada Chapter 1 Hurrying to foil the villain's plans, Mabel leaps from the trestle to avoid the onrushing train. Chapter 2 Mabel lands on the back of a friendly pterodactyl and is flown to safety. Later, she runs pell mell down the hill pursued by a herd of
3 of 5 stars to Riding with the Magi by Tom Russell goodreads.com/review/show/28…
HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE #solstice #art pic.twitter.com/z8U76N8EsK
smoking a cigar and weeping. The door swings open, and Mr. Smith enters. He is nude. Mr. Smith: Honey, I’m home. Curtain down Repeat four times, collect money from the box office, and flee for your life.
army cot heaped high with sandwiches. A lone light bulb hangs from the ceiling. The room has no windows and a single door. The door is painted in vertical rainbow stripes. Slumped next to the cot in a filthy house dress and her hair in slovenly disarray is Mrs. Smith. She is
HONEY, I'M HOME - A PLAY IN NO ACTS #dada Curtain up Scene Interior of a bedroom. The walls teem with a variety of crustaceans. The floor is a havoc of carpenter’s tools, hods, calculus notebooks, tubes of sun screen, limes, etc. The single piece of furniture in the room is an
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the shy shamus with minimal bladder control? Only the sandman knows, and he’s not talking. He’s chuckling, though.
NOIR BLURB #dada A friendly drunk shows up dead, and the party’s just beginning. The mean streets of Pasadena spew venom on private eye Prel Turpin as he unravels a classy dame and pays for it with a ceremonial bludgeoning. Could this turn out to be the toughest test yet for
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