but I guess yours is the more polite of the two. Oh, that's me! Polite all the way!
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Long as they wash'em off it's all good. Especially fried with mustard too! Link
He remembered an old truism about what bologna is made of: Ears, eyes, 'n assholes. And that literally really is the God’s Honest Truth when it comes to the ingredients of bologna. But as for him, well… these days (and as much as he tried to deny it) the truism was increasingly becoming… Vision, teeth, and blood pr
This is about the stupidest thing I'ved ever heard -and I've heard a lot of stupid things! Especially from the State. I'd remind that, er, "teacher" or whatever it is they're supposed to be about Lewis Carroll.
Sometimes that is the best we can do, right? Yeah Maso -sometimes that's the best we can do. (cool link! Thanks!) enigmatic when you really don't know the backstory. I like that word. Enigmatic . That's cool. Thanks for reading, Zoo!
Pure coolness, Elie! I be a fan.
1. put insulation in the attic 2. cleaned up GIANT MESS caused by a broken hose that filled kitchen and breakfast nook with said inuslation and listened to wife bitch about GIANT MESS. 3. Sat barefoot later on patio with son and father in law shootin' the bull and worked way through a twelve pack of Coors Light in the bottle while grilling some steaks. 4. Slept in Sunday morning and woke up feeling pretty good. 5. went looking at some grassland where I plan to put some cattle on
Heh, I am a Master at all things flummeritious....
I have a very small following of readers to whom I am grateful. Of which I proudly count myself a member. I check Virtualpoetryreading dot com Every. Single. Day. Rock on Buddah. You are the coolest.
Pyr•rhic vic•to•ry (plural Pyr•rhic vic•to•ries) n bitter victory: a victory won at such great cost to the victor that it is tantamount to a defeat ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She pretended not to recognize him while she poured his cup of coffee. And he (being polite and used to this kind of thing, of course) pretended likewi
I wish I had the time to talk to the artist to get the story behind the creation. Yeah. That might make all the difference.
We have plenty of skinks in our back yard as well as the occasional appearance of a big old Blue Tongued Lizard. Cool! And blue tongued lizard I'd like to see! But wait a minute...come to think of it, I believe one night I did see a blue tongued lizard.... <img src="http
This was beautiful Dharmagrl. I need to remember this. Sometimes ya just gotta get out there and dance.
If this is the rough draft then I can't wait to see the finished product.
Horny toads are still, so far, extant . And I'd sure like to keep it that way, too.
I really wanted to climb that tree. Aww, Kelly! You probably did climb that tree! I wonder how the alley shrunk in all those years as well. It use to seem to lon
The psychiatrist had one of those perfect, white smiles. You know the type, one like a movie star would have. Betcha that smile gotcha a lotta action back in the day, huh Doc? He noticed the psychiatrist’s words were framed, measured, well thought out. The Good Doctor, it was obvious, had done this before. “So…how are you ?” the Good Doc
It had been years and years and years since he walked the old alley. Suddenly every where he looked there was a memory. Mostly little things, like…and it’s waaaay past tense now, but right here behind Mrs. Wall’s house there used to be this giant big red ant bed two yards wide and he used to spend hours just watching them crawl about –and especially <
You be gettin' down with this poetry thang Zoo -keep it up!
We all burn. Yes, that we do Nic. (I'm glad to see you back!)