Remember never to text and drive, it’s bad grammar, even if you have a deadline. You might cross the line and dead may be your destination. Think about it!!
Thought about being a stand up comedienne for zombies, but when they eat you alive, they really eat you!!
Years ago there was an old man I knew that told me he didn’t trust me, because people with beards were hiding from something. I told him, “That’s true, I’m hiding from the barber!!
Just out of sight around a bend in the river there’s always a small island full of magic and mystery just waiting for you.
Well they have to have something to wean Caluntians off Venusian moles. Seems humans are the best therapy, to consume that is. They say we are a bit gamey though. An acquired taste, one we hope not many acquire.
I don’t know why they call them Cheerios, I ate an entire box and didn’t feel any happier!!
I sprayed my dog with off and he still sits in my favorite chair!!
I have my moments, I just can’t remember where I put them.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, unless it is the burning bush, in that case the value of your bird just went up!!
If a book falls in the woods and nobody read it, was it ever written?
I have always pictured accupuncture like falling into a box of sewing needles, and then standing up refreshed and free of pain.
I admit I once threw caution to the wind….It doesn’t fly well!!
Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earthContemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the voidStrangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light
Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not sufficeTo fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rottenLest we all be forgotten thingsThat sit like dust upon the mantel of her mind
I consider whoever my words land on to be my target, that’s why I like flash fiction, it’s a lot like using a shotgun.
New from Ronco, the Zomb-Matic adjustable dead. Choose how much of uncle Willy comes back to eat you!!! People like it when they have some control over how quickly they are consumed by guilt, or a dead loved one…
They say that time is relative. I think the way it’s treating me it’s a distant one, maybe a bad uncle, and not welcome in my house this Christmas!!