Mindless psycho babble.
Julius Caesar was god for a day.
Blue pencils are inconducive to learning.
It’s exactly 2:40 AM on the Eastern Seaboard of North America.
Don’t be a square.
I’m going to purchase a poncho this summer and wear it all over town. If a new cowboy poncho fad springs up, you’ll know who started it.
If you were a woman, I wouldn’t have sex with you. I would merely be hopelessly devoted to you.
Life is like a bag of jelly beans. Good in small doses but horrid all at once.
Can we have cerebral cyber sex?
I’ll take that as a no. You don’t have to hit me over the head.
Adam Zagajewski wrote: “Try to praise the mutilated world.”
Lo Winkler wrote: “An ass-backward answer to fill up your trough?
I’m nothing but narrow;
get fucked & float off.”
Neh says he’ll come back if this thread gets to 400 pages.
3,904 posts to go.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I’m not really me, I’m somebody else.
…or maybe just the same person under a new name.
…or maybe just the same faux nom for a new person?
I am a man of many problems.
I think I’m going inane.
…very, very inane.
There we have it. I’ve become inane.
…it must be the heat.
I wish I had a brine less inanity in my life…
The rain didn’t bother me, the search had meaning.
I no longer feel the need to rush.
No care in the world, not a how and a why, no destination, not a cloud in the sky.
Nothing but cough drops and loose change..