A writing variation based on an illustration by Stu Mead.
Not only was The Alchemist bored, she was restless, thus twitchy and itchy, reticent as hell, buzzed on heroin, and drunk on cooking sherry, perhaps the most under-rated high. It must be noted, she had more liquor on her breath than most taverns stock. Worst of all, she was lonely; as lonely as all the recurrent overwrought characters in a Sting song.
Don’t believe the hype! When people say that greyhounds are smart, they actually mean, it’s a wonder they can operate on such a tiny half-toothpick sized brain.
The greyhound collapsed after chasing its tail non-stop for eight minutes. If not for the innate sense of dizziness, it would have continued until its heart stopped.
At the risk of insulting greyhounds, they are easily the dumbest species of animals. Look at their thin heads and how close their eyes are, now imagine how tiny that brain must be. Let’s be honest, how can a simple dog even begin to comprehend right and wrong amongst humankind, which is merely the roundabout way of asking, what prevents a greyhound from snapping and biting your face off?
Norman Saunders’ prophetic portrait of an inevitable future.
Next to swinging on the trapeze, Olga loved nothing more than setting fire to human flesh. Equal in passion, Bonky loved to shoot people dead. Today would prove to be their lucky day.
According to John Lennon of The Beatles, Sir Walter Raleigh was such a stupid git.
William Walters slammed the door behind him and exclaimed, “I’m going out for a pack of smokes!” An important fact, he did not smoke, nor did he vape, nor chew, nor snort. It was a disgusting habit, and like the many who believe that liquor is quicker, or crack is whack, or heroin is harrowin’ or Cher 4.0 sucks; he believed that tobacco is whacko.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
The Home Of DJ Sung Mo Koo 