Category Archives: Wacky World

Golden Hair and Blue Smoke

The Monkey King shifted on the bar stool and rubbed his hand over the deep golden hair on the top of his head before pulling a cigar from somewhere, casually striking a match that appeared from an equally mysterious location … Continue reading

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Summer Noses Spouting Milk: Poetry Leads to Sit Down Comedy

“I don’t mind dying. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.“ Woody Allen I just came across this quote and it made me laugh loudly. I could hear the slight stutter and see the raised eyebrows over … Continue reading

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This Should Be More About Me

  I realized this morning that I hadn’t just written about my life in a while, and it seems as though when I ignore that aspect of my writing, I begin to lose track of the flow of my life. … Continue reading

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Relocating the Mess or Have You Seen the Toaster, Dear?

I’ve been moving for the last 3 weeks, which everyone knows is about as good for any sort of daily activity as explosives are for renovation, unless you want to just chuck it all and start over. Well that thought … Continue reading

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Another Dream Song

Gristle Fist Gristle fist, gristle fist Platypus Plunk, Centipede, millipede, Ganymede, Chunk! There was more I could not remember. Sometimes I just don’t know what my mind is thinking.

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