The Web not only invites and enables, it almost pressures people into expressing themselves.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
Let’s not blame the liar. Perhaps she needed to lie.
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
There are moments within these harmonies that offer a glimpse—strictly transient—into a deep clarity. A clarity that is accessible in no other way.
Thomas Metterling, Johannes Ockeghem and His Age.
“If one embraces modernism—say James Joyce or Mondrian—one is elevating oneself.” Absolutely not, sir! Any elevation is pure illusion. Modernism is a plunge.
Hill Boothby, Essays on Disappointment Management.
merchant dice
three weird cisterns
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Let’s go through it once again. What does society produce? O-r-d-e-r.
Isaac Twist, A Primer of Posturing.
The popular culture presents a relentless permission to sink into narcissism. To the mirrors we go!
Gunther Pinks, A Paranoid’s Pitiful Propositions.
torn of frays
in dependent claws
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Doctor. Oh, Doctor! I am feeling anxious. Is there a pill for that?”
Lane Vivian, A Knob of Old Cheese and Eight More Tales.
“If ever there was theatre, it is saying sir.”
Christopher Grantham, The Ancient Felonie. (1618)
Priscilla Fanning, ed., Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
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