Where a single egg, in a
skillet, lies frying.
Yes, a single egg is frying in my mind.
Egg time, egg time.
It’s frying in a mind.
Patrick Malmsey, Verse.
“Would you care for another glass of whiskey, Mr. Trumbull?”
“Not at this particular time, no.”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
lying in weight
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“After all,” cried Roxanna, “I didn’t want craters to form on the moon. Yet there they are. There they are.”
Will Davies, She Would If She Could.
Google just wants to help.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
First, you devise an agenda. It’s rather like having a nice suit made to fit. Then, anything you find that supports the agenda can be termed a “fact” (or “evidence”). This is ratiocination.
Baldwin Tavinger, Toward a Rhetoric of Number.
Actually, Ramona does everything badly. It’s just that everyone tells her that she is spectacular. It’s a conspiracy.
Alberta Traywick, Susannah’s Accident.
In the era of social media, the internet is obvious. It’s nature is obvious.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“There is no privacy today, Diana. There will be even less privacy tomorrow. Deal with it.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“Feminism,” sneered Deborah, “is not about symmetry.”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
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