Interesting how J. T. in Cracks is a whole other entity from J. T. in The Brass Teapot...Early in the morning came a creative story idea: J followed A who was traumatized by an accidental mendicant assassin at the University of T so she turned around and said, why don't you go there and deliver a talk: destroying your own liver is no excuse for inflicting bodily harm on others, why not? Bonus points if the ama is one of J's biggest fans (no guarantees)...An aside to the ama, especially if accused of lying: you're an alcoholic amnesiac. After the alarm went off, a lizard in front of the fridge brought back a dream from long ago: an iguana clung to a bunch of garlic like it was medicine. One friend convinced another that it should be tossed out the window. She was laughing. It began screaming and secreting brown liquid. A la niña querida de lamancha: después de que los detalles acerca de las cremalleras y látigos de cuero ¿alguna vez piensas en escribir acerca de tu madre? The lizard was very still, but moved to evade the human hands and large tupperware container which sought to humanely catch it. It disappeared into a crack between the cupboards. However did it get inside? Perhaps it eats crickets.
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