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maybe autumn just does that to you - maybe it just turns you into a longing shade of midnight blue. (diary, october 2023)
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• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony
- Jill Thomas Doyle
A zeugma walked into a bar, my life and trouble.
Thanksgiving
Saul Leiter, c.1945
Head in ruins, Tania Font (because)
Circling the Sun, Clare Woods
Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
"feminine urge" "she/they coded" "girl [thing]" the way social media commodifies and memefies gender roles these days is so fucking weird dude.
like idk maybe we should be doing more to break the notion of separating behaviour by gender instead of reinforcing it but with quirky language
like i understand that sometimes people use these memes ironically and that's fine, but there's certainly a pattern developing and a lot of people use these memes a lot more earnestly than you'd think
saying “girl dinner” and posting a photo of estrogen is funny though
http://pauldamato.com/photographs/water-for-the-people/#1
moving far away to a sunny place.
cat: I will just hang out on your lap now me: yay cat: I have brought ten knives
You Are Not Wasting Time; It Was Given To You As A Gift, Freely and Generously; Is Rain Wasted Because It Falls On Gardens, Grass, Disgruntled Birds, and Umbrellas All The Same?
Helmer Osslund
Sonnabend, 17 Uhr (1966), dir. Ula Stöckl
PINK PAVILION, Mary Jilavyan and Davit Jilavyan