I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
...the drawer is filled with sharp knives...there are no lights out in the old marquis...there is no short pier ( or peer?? )
. . . The long peer is not the sharpest knife in the drawer when the lights are out on a short walk at the old Marquis. :/Thanks for playing. Next up are recycled cliches in the everyday maché.