Stale Days

I make it through the days and not much else.

Butter Apocalyse

As, one by one, you see your comrades, cohorts and contemporaries go down, you begin to feel that it's your time soon, and I'm ok with that.

Sig

When I analyze my signature, it seems to suggest that I would have rather been doing something else at that time. A casual indifference, a nonchalance, if you like. Also, whatever it is I'm signing, it's usually nothing good from my perspective.

Lachrymose Charlie

I wouldn't wish to be hauled up in a giant net, suffocate, be canned and eaten either.

Itinerant Donor

She came from who knows where and gave to me a noose, then she was off again, to who knows where.

Sour Pillow

It seems that, at this stage of my life, every day is just another one of those fucking days.

American

Watching from afar, I can see that my country of birth has been reduced now to merely another type of cheese.

A Flaccid Compote

I know that to many folks out there that a day minus hearing from me is a plus.

Fractional Ambulance

He dallied and dithered, and thus harried he withered because there wasn't a sliver to eat.

Slanted Breakfast Mirror

Cats and dogs, walking into smoking walls with melting eyeballs, crying flame, their paws afire.

Exogenous Perfidy

It has been suggested (more than once) that I may have a drinking problem when, in reality, I'm pretty good at it.

Bad Bread

He sat there criticizing the rye as she implored him not to speak ill of the bread.