The Veil of Perception
Mint slice chomping, cherry popping randomness; The prosaically quotidian.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Three Words, One Story
Someone once told me that all the "awesomest stories ever" start with:
Once upon a time
,
there was a
potato crisp
but it wanted to be
hairpin
. It drowned itself in some salsa and the obituary was on a
post-it
.
The End.
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