Disarmed
Saturday, January 28th, 2006A grown-up game, played with a grown-up weapon…
A grown-up game, played with a grown-up weapon…
It almost looked like another vegetable: a brilliant marigold-orange “fuel-air” bomb…
She’s only painting circles on the ground…
Remember, you never need to solve the problem right now…
I was under a giant neon sign, a grocery store sign that hadn’t had all its letters lit since I was a kid…
It arrived in my voice mail on July 8, 2000…
If you search for a needle in a haystack for too long…
No, the letters don’t really spell anything…
What’s eaten by one combatant comes out of the mouth of the other…
A little-known Lewis Carroll poem…