I imagined how I would dissolve as an old man with all my life in my head in the infinity of nature
We said goodnight to Irene and drifted off sawing logs.
Frosty was so excited to be a finalist for the next Maxell “Blown Away Guy” that he refused to step out of character, even when Franz Ferdinand was thumping out of the B&O.
Torero to the cacophony
Na-pole-ion lived for refereeing the tug-of-war at the company picnic
Drain. Water drain. Light drain. Drain.
Klaxon be damned. Take my word. I had weird itchy bits for days. Seriously.