“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” ― Louis Armstrong *** Hat tip this Saturday morn, to an individual who has they’re
On the psychopath’s playground (earth), the demons frolic while the insouciant cast their gaze downward to check out the latest idiocy emitted from their hand-held
“The thing for you to do is write something with a delayed reaction, like those capsules that take an hour to melt in your stomach.
As one advances in years, or has back problems, hip problems, knee problems, vertigo problems, or just doesn’t like the idea of bending over –
As America is being dismantled, piece by agonizing piece, one waits for God, Mother Earth or the committee of dolphins who started this paradise that
“Daft” A Short Story She liked speaking seldom used words, just to see the puzzled expressions on people’s faces when they heard them. She occasionally