just, for one second, just
Only a well-oiled marionette can beg.
the man of many words
knows not how to count the letters
Women who fly upside down, crack up.
An ugly man must tile his own bathroom
despite the season, a dorito underfoot crumbles
Stinkbugs on Wednesday, bats on Saturday.
dawn heralds a mist, sunset heralds an abyss
Penelope, I’m calling you out. That’s a dad joke.
cold winds blow harsh, even upon the upturned hands of the scrap metal dealer
read the byline at your own peril
It is not commensurate to eviscerate the inscrutable polymath
If you grow a heart that can frolic with the best of them
he who hears everything only hears himself
The winds of aegis will time the tides.
A man walking down the street may ask me, have you heard the news? Have you heard the news he may ask. In response your lips may move. In response your feet may clatter. A din. There may be a din. Have you heard the news a man may ask.
an accelerating fart does not brake wind
never leave the floor
there’s never time for a tomcat
When you wake always remember what has been disheveled may be responsible
Damn
can a word be spelled?
where the it is he must there be a time
vanity makes a VAN out of I and TY.
spoiled milk makes the best spoiled cheese
all the shirts in the world will not clothe a needless promise
keys are pens in exile
the gaze of a jaundiced eye moves mountains
all the shirts in the world will not clothe a needless promise
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and all the pants may be stained
cast ne’er a spell ‘til June is fell.
There is no such thing as a favorite color
as agile as a snake, as fragile as a cake
a good cup of tea is nice.
pick the best lock
politeness is the king of democracy
pass the Duchy of Cornwall on the left hand side
Always run conceptually
pluck a lie if you see one
That which not is can never be
children are grown, not green
she who darns with gold
cannot expect snow
Tarry not when passing wassail, nor crossing ley-leaning hummocks
sleep, o banana, bop eels.
Only stretch before your next step when your next step is a stretch
A bedded ewe wants not the touch of an Irishman
sleeping with the same zen guru and expecting enlightenment
In everything, you’re Michael Winner.
live with a man six days
before you call him tony
lol
he who walks cannot avoid walking
there is a star
three balls on a scarecrow
to fill the pantry
post when the water does
that which follows, moves
Behind every jouncing buggy come a rolling pumpkin.
it’s okay when you are tired
there’s more than one ox in the ocean
na na na na na na na na
batman
art knows no flavor, love knows no odor
the sky changes twice a day
but a cushion is a cushion always
a wheel with six spokes is a hole with six edges
grow up, but grow up
truth is beauty, beauty truth
but obviously that’s only from the point of view of the individual really
only some things can be given
the best way to pluck a chicken couldn’t pluck a mountain
hard cases make bad backs
ask not for whom the booth tolls
no sandbox is an island unless it has a palm tree and one or two castaways in it
knit a lie, darn a request
all short and curlies were once long and straight
the bald man never wants for a babushka
units of time are developed, followed like breasts can be sometimes I guess
hear your voice of treason
a man without friends is a stew without oranges
never forget that there may exist a thing
every Mona Lisa starts as a doodle.
when the fern blossoms, free it
one cat for companionship
two cats for more cats
mismatched socks are the devil’s fruitcake
no cinnamon is innocent of perjury
seven angels and a shotgun
will quieten a convent
cut grass won’t go back together, like wishes
is he who is alone really a child
stick your elbow where they least expect
you can sand paper, but you can’t change ‘would’
Have you heard the news the man asks. He keeps asking, have you heard the news? You may have. You may have heard the news. You say it. You say the news. You always say the news. All you say is the news. Have you heard the news he will ask. Have you Heard the news.No I have not heard the news, you will never say. You will. You will never. You may. Hear news. The man asks. Ask.
qua qua qua qua
no news is the man asks the news
beckett pervades all
Emotion rhymes with seaocean
in death alone do we dream.
only those who wish to be bound wish to be bound by wishes
where italian chef knows not his father
nil illigitemi carbonara
no symbols where none intended
a blind man’s as good as an ox to a drunk hag.
the last honest man will probably not be able to help you out of a jam
three oxes equals five blind men, as far as the news is concerned
the table is the table
a log floats on all rivers
the table is the table
^^^