Archives for July 2019

Drowning in cheerful wisdom and hopeful biscuits.

Food again!? Biscuits, except the southern type, are not really food, so we’re ok.

And don’t worry, there are plenty of lifeguards, and these days they teach you to swim spontaneously before you swallow too much water.

And now, we are floating on a cloud of suede-covered foam, getting plenty of exercise.

Equipped with new underwear she set forth to administer new lands.

The first man she met also had new underwear and they exchanged notes about how they selected their treasured clothing.

No shirt or shoes were ever highlighted in the same way, to the same extent.

Underneath it all was the purity of inspired stories and blatantly frank communication.

My reply to the invitation was “yes”.

Then, I was so sad I had not said “thank you”.

In fact I wanted, after the sending, to exaggerate my pleasure at being invited because I really was delighted and felt specially singled out. In a good way.

The day after the party the phone rang non-stop.

So many new acquaintances.

The light suddenly dazzled then warmed the hot glass house.

In a land where everything is flat, a sucker can cause an upheaval, a controversy.

Sending missionaries to hand out sugar-free organic bonbons to start a new conversation has been a success.

In the land of the future we are introducing endless gifts and may learn this spoiling of future brats is creating, spoiled brats!

You can all go now.

It’s too late.

We’re closing the prison.

Here’s a car, a house, a lawn and a brain machine.

You must wear the brain machine at all times. Otherwise…well…you can imagine.

Freedom was hijacked by people who were never free.

But there’s still some left if you look carefully.