Tuesday, March 17, 2009

snoring while making lunch

Proudly wretching into the ceramic throne, Gus shivered at the idea of sobriety.

"Mark my words!" said Mark to Marc, "You'll make a mark in the world today if your marks are good enough"

Sandwiched between a microcosm of lozenges and a soup stain, the drama king side-stepped languorously, just barely avoiding the telephone booth.

Night fell. I feel bad for the poor guy upon which it fell, that must have hurt.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ironic!

iron ic?

i ron, i c. do you?