We lift weights. We
feel great. We
do yoga. We
eat granola.
and I ask him “why you, Kevin Bacon, why
are you in my dream? I’ve not even
watched Footloose all the way through.”
A boy discovers a glitch which enables him to exchange cotton balls for cookies.
We love the smell of irony and karma in the morning.
it was the middle of a Lower East Side winter and the heat
in my apartment that night was up so high, after being completely out
for a week, that I couldn’t help but feel sexy, knowing I had pork buns
in my tiny fridge
Sheesh. The Crazy Train just keeps clattering on.
In Chaplin’s last performance as the iconic Little Tramp, his character struggles to survive in the modern, industrialized world.
From one glad patriot, “The blue wave is coming, and it is covered in cat hair.”
In truth, only five foot three and a half,
and attack, too, a bit of a stretch
A young woman is walking with her boyfriend, and it’s deep
summer in the South, like being in a sauna
but hotter and stickier
This motel decided to ban vegans and their mighty libido.
How they wallop with softness,
how they soothe with the slow rush
of wind through the forest in your dog’s nose,
each follicle a pine to sing a contented song
Talk about flipping the script. Within days, in an historic act of grace, old Joe did the “right and honorable thing” and handed the reins to Kamala, “in every possible way (the) anti-Trump,” who ran with them.
O wonder! O brave new world, that has such vegetables in it.