zen and the art of art
art, not knowing what it was, decided to visit shirley maclaine, but she was hiding in a cupboard with a man who was not there, she saw art through a hole in the door but did not recognize it.
1325 or 1328
the gong went out to lunch, but not before doing its laundry.it was tuesday and all of the stairs were out of order, either that or on vacation in bermuda.
the writer walked two times around the block before sitting down in a bowl of oatmeal.
on the square everyone was in a hurry to calm down. a man with a well-defined je ne sais quoi was selling hot dogs to the masses.
fortunately, a fortunate thing occurred. later their neighbour neighed during dinner.
i wonder if it should be done in this manner or in a microwave.
in search of a better question mark
he had come when he realised that he had cut too many corners and he was out of bandages and tomato juice was getting all over his nicely dirty leather boots. he then stuck something that was not a fork into his left ear.
we now pause to see a snail cross shirley maclaine's next life.
i did not say you could take that long to circumcise the tsarina's nose, you naughty fishmonger you.
in another three hours i shall have to pause for station identification.
things that are forced are forced and therefore may seem forced.
have you ever thought about being pensive.
he decided to stop working for the dead when he found that they did not tip very well.
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