THE GREEN FLASH There are about a dozen people standing and sitting in a large, high, airy room with windows on three sides. The windows are open, shaded by faded green and white striped canvas awnings. The main one overlooks a long grassy hill which ends in a natural bowl. The flat bottom of the
I take delight in flagrant oxymorons. I’m tickled when I find them popping out Of statements by officials who have gone wrong But try to plant a reasonable doubt. These bumbling authorities tell whoppers And wonder why they never are believed. The Big Lie, so they think, is the foundation Of trust between deceivers and
Flaky Foont: “Where does it all end, Mr. Natural?” Mr. Natural: “In the grave, m’boy, in the grave.” – R. Crumb
“It’s getting late, old friend,” said Death. And you are growing old.” “But I have light and warmth and breath,” I don’t yet feel the cold.” “Your skin’s too loose for you. Your hair Is white and getting thin. Release your spirit from its lair To take its final spin.” “But I’m still dancing with
Perhaps we ought to laud our vets by saying no to any more wars.
The Daily Kos for Friday, November 5th, 2021, reported that Oroville, California, a hotbed of Covid-19 denialism and mask refusal, has seceded from both the United States of America and the State of California. Mayor Chuck Reynolds and Vice-Mayor Scott Thompson declared Oroville a “constitutional republic,” independent of both the national and the state governments.
Late autumn chill, but there is fire remaining in the last maple leaves.
Second Shortest Horror Story I Know The last person on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. .Shortest Horror Story I know The last person on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door.
Your cats are practical, As Old Possum knew. If there were nothing else to eat, They’d have a go at you.
The dead don’t walk. All you have heard of that is Spook-chat and scare-talk. The dead are dead, and dead they’ll stay. The heroes in the greenwood, the king of once and future time, Arthur and Coeur de Lyon, bold Robin Hood: all gone away. God’s dead to Mary, but still in her mind a