photo credit: nblumhardt The rabbit magistrates conferred. At the conclusion of the meeting, they resolved to write a law so convoluted and prolix, that no bunny or fox or human could ever hope to read or comprehend it in their lifetime. The rabbit magistrates would thus be able to make any judgment they wanted in [...]
I was born inside a giant egg.
It had no yolk or albumen, just an inflatable swimming pool and plastic books.
dnL was a short-lived soft drink, which you can read about in the screenshot below: Henry M. loves dnL. He loves it so very much that when he learned the product was going to be discontinued, he bought all the remaining stock in his town’s supermarkets and stored it in a cupboard, where his camping [...]
“Rest assured there is no deeper than rock bottom”, said Professor Arkengaard. And Professor Arkengaard is at all times mistaken, which is a fine gauge as to the veracity of statements about the world. Whatever Professor Arkengaard says, the opposite is probably true.
1. Three years ago my friend Cyrus and I met on the beach of a Spanish town with an Arabic name at 2 in the morning. I didn’t know him yet. He had exited the last train drunk at the station near the beach, several stops too early. He was nowhere near his camping site. [...]
Synopses is the plural of synopsis, in case you were wondering. Read downwards (while reading left to right) if you’re interested in how badly a blogger can fail when imagining the plot of a romantic drama film.
One of the most insightful and amatory questions to ask a girl when on a first date with her, aside from “what’s your cup size?” and “do you shave in a pattern?” is: “what’s your absorbency rating?”
Skin glowing with heat on a Summer beach. It made her doze off. It made me doze off.
He played the harmonica above his plate, beans in a muddy sauce, remembering his days playing with Buddy Guy. He controlled the vibrations of air in this room, his canvas. The air which he played spun a melody of traversing a valley. In thoughts and in tune he followed the river therein. The river brought [...]
photo credit: uli harder The arms of those tall squidly humans are flailing about; they occasionally hit the bongo. The liquid turns to blue, I forgot: does this mean it’s poison or that we’ve foundĀ an elixir of life?