Precisely at the stroke of midnight (give or take a few minutes), he stood at the pinnacle of land’s western edge and sang to the skies, “My dreams, my desire, are as two awaiting, aroused pieces of bread; all I ask of you, Great Forces is – Send down the mayo!”
Those who quote others
deserve one another.
(Hey, City, come over here
and let me introduce you;
City, this is City.)
Finding change so necessary and pleasurable, several realities allowed their creatures to THINK about it.
There are no retirement homes for the mind…(Oh, sure, there ARE, but I knew you didn’t wanna hear about ‘em.)
This one reality said,
“I’ve about run out
of things to say,” but it lied –
if it LIVED it lied.