subtitled what to do in case of no emergencies.
    in case the bread and children do not rise.

this so long, read it over several days.
    casually dressed to the six with a greasy drumstick tucked into my breast pocket and another stuck behind my ear like a clerk's pen. i have received the look of "great achievements in your absence". such-and-such generosity.

this is so low.

face currently unavailable.
 

"may i speak to the person in charge of long distance for the household?"
    "i dunno; may you? what did your momma say? hang on let me roll her over and ask."

another file from the running series hello, may i speak to mr. kirby? wrongish number series:
    hello?
    yes, hello. may i speak to mister kirby please?
    i am sorry but you are too late. kirby passed away only just yesterday. were you a friend of the family? we are asking checks in lieu of flowers, which we will be sending to Catholic charities. send them to 1411 c/o me. got it?
 

dont read my thoughts.

if anyone finds this, dont read it aloud. i challenge you.

a duel of the minds, THAT is poetry she exclaimed. then sopped her lips and had another stroke forthwith.

inviting trains into my living space. dearest passing train: you are so warm and i feel so close to you now. i am in love with you and yet afraid, intimidated. your pedigree prevents me from marrying you, yet there is no reason we cant have a little fun. meet me away there, at the next crossing, and i shall continue to expound upon my enchantment.
 

that, he said before admiring her rump with a carefully positioned (what's another word for hand), is a bold face.

this is so long it will take you several days to read it, like finishing the perfect cup of coffee and a donut.

yuck! this pastry is stale. tell the chef to come here.

the chef was dispatched postehaste via train.