The rail stations were dead, flowing like bees stung from honeysuckle. The people hung back and watched the ocean, animals flew in and out of focus. The time had come. Yet king dogs never grow old - they stay young and fit, and someday they might come to the beach and have a few drinks, a few laughs, and get on with it. But not now. The time had come; we all knew it. But who would go first?
Friday, February 24, 2012
Toothsome
A mouthful of teeth. No, not from one of my dreams; rather, it's because I recently went to the dentist and had some cavities filled in. It wasn't pleasant.
So, in conclusion: just picture Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.
I should have been a dentist...
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