im half done designing the book i decided to make as practice for my bigger book project
"it's miller time" i reach to grab a beer from the ice chest and my hand swipes straight through it. It's a hologram. I look around and realize I'm not even at the beach, im in a room lined with giant LED screens. An alarm blares "Simulation breach. Awareness gained." A green gas fills the room
we created memory foam but never considered there may be things the foam wishes to forget
cry me a river, a small one, and alter its flow to let out into my tank so that i may flush
i thought 'dime gong' was a commonly accepted term for when you shove a dime in between the strings to prepare a piano but i cant find any internet search results about it. #MandelaEffect #MandelaEffectOfTheDay #MEOTD
guy standing in corner at party meme: they dont know im peel-n-eat. but word will spread quickly once i meet and inevitably fall to my first challenger
before you embark on your day of revenge, dig one big hole in a slice of nice bread and throw a duck egg into it
bad: woke up like a zeppelin, massive sinus pressure, feeling as if i would burst into flame at the drop of a fedora good: eating duck egg from farmers market cooked into a hole in toast with scallions boring: brain feels fit for only lunchposting
one eye to the safety mirror, i dusted a day's growth of b. linens into the feed lines. jealous as i was of my assistant's flirtatious countermeasures, the affineur seemed suitably misdirected; our little intervention to upgrade the station's planches might see nose-turning success after all.
a land of pomp awaits. what story will you write? jet2 holiday
wishing for calamity on the pillow. like a second plane of the time an art world sniper shot me down from a rooftop in tribeca.
slid off course on the last hairpin of the devil's derby and they say now i'm going heavenside