…it’s kind of like the dry heaves of sadness.
I’m not sure if language actually gets or it just *seems* more evocative on the way out of the woods. Either way, I suppose.
“Hey there, blimpy boy…flyin’ through the sky so fan…cy free” x100
—You are now caught up with my afternoon in Tampa.
Monday night I downloaded an application.
(I …really need to be careful about games.)
Hello, Terra-cotta Worrier.
It’s so ridiculous. (I keep watching it.)
This guy!
I just hear it and can’t not imagine that guy holding those filets of sole up next to his face.
helico•pter
My favorite works really lean into a certain type of delightfully terrible. Also? This really revealed the slim pickings re. a certain kind of electronic dance music on my intelligent telephony device.
So delightfully dumb. (I love the audio clip; am ambivalent about most breads.)
The case for always punctuating A.I. could be based on the tendency for one to spin out a little when not fully dialed in.
Edit: In the grand scheme, there are surely worse things than dating, but also dating is pretty craptacular.
“NOW, KIDS, INSTEAD OF CANDY, I THOUGHT I’D SERVE AN ARRAY OF HEALTHY FRESH FRUITS.”
( kids grumbling)
“FRUIT IS NATURE’S CANDY.”
( grumbling grows louder)
Some days, the realization that one is pretty casually walking around with a thousand knives suspended by monofilaments is more accessible than others.
Ohman, congratulations on that Eagles win! …No, I totally remember that you’re a crazy Patriots fan.
— “…And other Texts that went Unsent.” (To be Published, Fall 2018)