An Evening Wasted
Let’s get wasted!
That reminds me - my wheeled trash barrel is broken.
A barrel of monkeys
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
– W. C. Williams
Nobody here but us chickens.
I dream of a world in which a chicken can cross the road without its motives being questioned.
The Chicken Thread
anyone who remembers the old ‘Car Talk’ bulletin board from the 1990s-early 2000s knows what I’m talking about
-“BB”-
The Chicken Dance
Can you can-can?
Oh, yes, we can, I know we can, can
“Here at the Copa, Copacabana…”
Copa Mundial
Ferrari Mondial
Sundial, Mondial, Tuesdial, Wednesdial,…
It feels like Fridial, todial.
Todial destruction
(and I think we’ve beaten this dead horse just about enough, no?)
-“BB”-
Dial M for Murder
“There’s been a murrrrderrrr”
It’s four miles as the crow flies, or eight miles as the french fries.