Intensity
We should try to live avidly, like hummingbirds, whose moments are years.
The Devourer Hwaet! Oft scops striking harps have lauded that land granted grace and goodness yclept Armorica where all folk fared well daring to do full fairly, unbefouled by basest desires for feofdom over mannen and wyffen both wrapt up in sour annoy and likewise beset by dire dreams of gains ill-got by lying guile.
Dumb and Bummed
I’m afraid that today I’ve not much to say. I’m feeling too sad, For the world has gone mad.
Guns For Everyone!
Another mass shooting today, tra la! And all the authorities say Is “How very sad, But to ban guns is bad! How else to blow shooters away, tra la?
My Olds Friend
Eighty-eight Aggie Died today, all worn out by Rattling round and rust.
From Bill Cosby’s Noah’s Ark Routine
From Bill Cosby’s Routine About Noah’s Ark God: NOAH! Noah: Is someone calling me? God: It’s the Lord, Noah. Noah: Right…Where are you? What do you want? I’ve been good. God: I want you to built an ark. Noah: Right… What’s an ark? God: Get some wood and build it 300 cubits by 80 cubits
Let’s Hear It For The Bard
Marlowe could break it, Jonson could take it, But no one could fake it Like Willie the Shake!
After Life
My Grandma Ellie dreamed of floating to heaven in a red plush chair. What a lovely way to leave all cares behind you and see what comes next!
The Kindness of Strangers
The Kindness of Strangers On the way back to my apartment building on West 107th Street a couple of days ago, I lost my balance and fell down on the sidewalk. Because of my bad back and double knee replacement surgery, I couldn’t get up. Outsiders think New Yorkers are rude and thoughtless, so wrapped
Happiness
There’s a bluebird in my head that wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re in there, so don’t be sad. Then I put him back. – Charles Bukowski