Saturday, December 13, 2014

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I keep wanting to say “They eat sheets, these moths!”
But there’s never a clear entrance into that.  

                                                                   She sells
segues at the Non Sequitur.                          (I wish!)

That certainly is a poor excuse for living.  That’s a
lousy lifestyle just waiting to happen.  To which
it is replied:  "Pronounced."  

                                                               Like M-A-N.

Good night, Data Recovery.
Good night, Dada.

And I was thinking, 
                            am I really getting that gray?

(So sad that you’re leaving us, Aunt So-n-So.)