Troubled Birds; a sentence meme ( part 1 )
That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense.
I disembowel, it’s what I do.
I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place.
Remembering bitty, lengthy disputes where she came out on top, each all too short.
A meat cleaver, he thought. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
He told me that I would never forget him, as long as the two of us would live. His eyes demanded an answer. I had overcome my desire to laugh.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.
I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off.
You’re a whore and that makes me sad.
I puke in my kids’ mouth.
I had on my prettiest dress and he never even look at it. “For God’s sake!” That’s all I could think of to say.
Foie gras this, motherfucker!
A profound thinker, but I cannot stick my mental landings.
I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left.
I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time.
Who do I have to blow for some seed?
He proclaimed his undying fidelity and asked me to do the same. I had to overcome my desire to laugh.
Finally he gathered himself together and spoke. “What the hell?”
She was lovely and charming, almost a saint. She told me she enjoyed
laughter and dancing, opera, jazz and getting very, very, very high
Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head.
Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it.
They might have passed a very pleasant evening, had shit not gotten real.
Snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems.
I’ve been through hell and come out singing.
Your love has made me a drunk.
I’m addicted to shiny things.
I love you despite the warning signs.