Global activity looks populous now, and I'm all for that. I might count on that for motivation for composing as many as *two* toots a month
Dollar juggling is anxious-making: what to buy, what to put off. But I'm lucky I still got dollars for juggling.
Cold, sugary dairy sandwich on a hot day
that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him
I will, without guilt, shill for writing gigs now as my company cut all us contractors. You hiring in Portland and want Oulipo-compliant manuals or docs? I'm just saying.
My morning as a Smiths song: How Soon is Nap