Oh imagine a world in which I could find paying work as an itinerant internet archaeologist!
My latest finds:
|We ate it for dinner. Will report any negative repercussions.
|I will be thinking of Leonard the next time I prepare to make sandwiches.
|Hunger? Try some Dark Salves with Dog Mustard.
"Goodtime Jesus" by James Tate*
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.