We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
Offsite meeting of the computer geeks
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We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
on another blog
gross comment deposited
like defecation
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.
Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.
When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Heating system dust –
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.