“I’d fancy a Blackened Horseradish Crusted Hawaiian Swordfish, a slice of Caramel Tiramisu, and a nice bottle of sherry to wash it all down,” Roger said.
“Alright, right after the government provides me amnesty for my student loans,” Michael responded as he opened the dumpster lid.
Remember back in the old days when stars were burning balls of fusion, light years away?
Now they’re just commodities and I feel we’re the poorer for that.
I laugh when I read “they chose indie over mainstream” or something like that.
They choose indie the same way people choose poverty.
After all my years in poverty I decided to get real and expose myself.
Now I’m rich, shivering and cold and wishing I could take it all back.
We made the biscuits and shipped them off to those poor kids overseas.
We made love and thought highly of ourselves.
I gave a 1-peso coin to a child, who knocked on my car’s windshield when I stopped on a red light. I did not notice that the coin escaped from his tiny hands and he crawled under my car just when the light turned green.