a) oh, look a rat with two heads
or
b) oh, look, two rats with one body?
a) oh, look a rat with two heads
or
b) oh, look, two rats with one body?
...for water and aspartame.
...people you know.
...you'd probably be one of them, if you'd tried diet first.
...for water and aspartame.
...people you know.
...you'd probably be one of them, if you'd tried diet first.
"I ate your bread. I thought I'd said?"
"Burma Shave."
"Oh, fuck off."
"I ate your bread. I thought I'd said?"
"Burma Shave."
"Oh, fuck off."
Then Meatloaf cruised out on his frozen motorbike, all HOT PATOOTIE, BLESS MY SOUL, I REALLY LOVE THAT ROCK 'N ROLL, and I was like YES, STRANGER, I AGREE!
Then Meatloaf cruised out on his frozen motorbike, all HOT PATOOTIE, BLESS MY SOUL, I REALLY LOVE THAT ROCK 'N ROLL, and I was like YES, STRANGER, I AGREE!
"Here comes Johnny in again!
He's gonna do another striptease.
Hey, man, where'd you get that lotion?
I've been working with the telephone!
Some call it love, yeah some call it love,
And that's like hypnotising chickens!"
...it's in my head tonight. I may have the words wrong.
"Here comes Johnny in again!
He's gonna do another striptease.
Hey, man, where'd you get that lotion?
I've been working with the telephone!
Some call it love, yeah some call it love,
And that's like hypnotising chickens!"
...it's in my head tonight. I may have the words wrong.
How is it still only January?
How is it still only January?
(As in, lifetime total. Not as in, I'm going to write 250 novels this year.)
All but five have been ghostwritten, and published under other people's names. Three were finished, sold, then never published; two were personal projects.
(As in, lifetime total. Not as in, I'm going to write 250 novels this year.)
All but five have been ghostwritten, and published under other people's names. Three were finished, sold, then never published; two were personal projects.
Apropos of nothing.
Apropos of nothing.
This might or might not be the way I get back into visual art. I think being able to feel where the marks are might compensate for my poor vision.
...I forgot to get a thimble.
This might or might not be the way I get back into visual art. I think being able to feel where the marks are might compensate for my poor vision.
...I forgot to get a thimble.
Well, that was unpleasant.
Well, that was unpleasant.
Substitute a raspberry for a full stop; end your statement not in silence, but with a rousing "pthbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt."
(It might also be assumed you are flipping the bird.)
Substitute a raspberry for a full stop; end your statement not in silence, but with a rousing "pthbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt."
(It might also be assumed you are flipping the bird.)
Then, there was the time I took a big gulp of ginger beer, dropped my pen on the floor, bent down to get it, and ginger beer went up my nosepipes and out through my lachrymal ducts.
😅
Then, there was the time I took a big gulp of ginger beer, dropped my pen on the floor, bent down to get it, and ginger beer went up my nosepipes and out through my lachrymal ducts.
...story of my life, man. Story of my life. No other book feels as real to me, no character as familiar and loathsome as Hines.
Alternatively, "The F*ck-It List" by John Niven. INSPIRATIONAL LITERATURE!
...story of my life, man. Story of my life. No other book feels as real to me, no character as familiar and loathsome as Hines.
Alternatively, "The F*ck-It List" by John Niven. INSPIRATIONAL LITERATURE!
I ghostwrote five ACTUAL novels this year--about 380,000 words--and non-ghostwrote one novel, for 50,000 more.
I CANNOT shut up.
I ghostwrote five ACTUAL novels this year--about 380,000 words--and non-ghostwrote one novel, for 50,000 more.
I CANNOT shut up.
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