Ten Twittles to Dwell On (IP)

Once upon a time they lived happily ever after. Then came TV. They still live happily ever after, only vicariously, while munching popcorn.

On the train she settled in. Her ponytail draped over the head rest. In the seat behind, he waited, scissors in hand. Longing for her snore.

Walking across a paragraph that was getting tired, I stumbled over two weary adverbs. “Out, hopefully!” I said. “Out, actually! Out!”

She suck and sucked till the cream rose to the top. That Mary knew how to get to the bottom an ice cream cone.

The weather was chilly. Her vagina was chillier, So Ben reached out and warmed her particular.

Tweetles bent. Tweetles sent. What some people won’t do for amusement.

I love to sing in the kitchen. My neighbor loves it so much that he threw a brick through my window, now the whole neighborhood can hear me.

This morning I found a cow sitting on my toilet. “This magazines two months old,” said the cow.” It’s gonna be one of those days.

I write this from across the pond. Of all concerned, I’m pretty fond. (Well, it rhymes anyway.)

Listening to Dylan’s Hard Rain. May no hard rains fall upon you. Head high. Chest out. Umbrellas up And dance like it’s nobody’s business.