Everyone is going someplace..

faster

The Royals are like old....

mares.

Thawing...

in

72 hours in ....

darkness

And I wasn't talking about...

her cat.

Clarissa

on Saturday night...

red heads are becoming a statistical...

anomalyium

She was gorgeous as a child...

and remained so until she was an old woman.

my snow blower...

blowed itself  up

My bones are banging...

against each other

I dream about waking up on a beach. Maybe...

thats why I have sand in my eyes.

I exist...

in short bread... ths

Bison burger...

Had one tonight. You could taste the prairie grass.

All is vanity...

I'm hoping not.

Evil wears...

..you out.

I went to a masquerade party without a costume..

no one noticed.

a coke bottle...

and a venetian blind. This was the code for human existence.

All of this..

is gone

A blog has...

died.... hallidd

Cold as the...

Dickens. (What does that mean?)

I've said it before and...

I'll say it again

She's not a girl....

who misses much...

A message was passed to me...

while I waited for the taxi door to close.

Just got a see through....

tattoo.

where does the wind come from...

and where does movement come from...

Sometimes we just...

fail.

This is all code...

and I've said it before. Only for those who do crosswords.

in buogo die logo...

say la vande mie chacho...

In autumn the leaves turn gold...

and death is all around us

Its cold outside. The furnace is panting...

like a dog on a hot summer afternoon.

Average chinese food... try the...

goof

I am of two minds on the topic...

or not

Napoleon would have loved...

Hollywood

He came in through the window...

and shot everyone in the room

I hate being left on a scale...

to weight...

Gaughin was a bit...

of a prick.

And I said, 'at least my hand doesn't...

bark at me.'

I've forgotten how...

to sleep...

everybody needs time to...

breath...

Athletes should wear...

pink armbands to the Russian olympics.

What do you own in a condo...

A rectangular space in space? The floor? The residents below you's ceiling? Property is a myth.

Always wondered if Bernard Shaw didn't write all those plays..

to get chicks...

language is a code...

with a second code underneath...

"ain't no use in turning on your light...

a light i never node..."

where you going to find...

a pussy like that...

the cat won't stop whining...

and Putin polishes the urn

I wish I had a dollar for everytime...

I heard that.

The man in the cannnnnnnnnnnnnon...

blows