I’m the Pencil Sharpener in Your Classroom and I’m Here to Wear You and Your Pencil Down Until There Is Nothing Left
How'd you do this time? That looks marvelous! Oh, would you look at that: the lead just fell out. How does that even happen?
How'd you do this time? That looks marvelous! Oh, would you look at that: the lead just fell out. How does that even happen?
Netherfield is taken by a Mr. Bingley, a young man of large fortune; that he fled from Texas’ COVID surge in his Tesla Model X.
I mean, if my life were a novel, this would be terrible writing. The reader would be flipping back, looking for pages they must have skipped.
Set your timer for 15 minutes and promptly CRY INTO A PILLOW AND LET THE TEARS OF FAILURE FLOW LIKE THE RIVER NILE.
In one of his more difficult passages, Hemingway suggests that the combination of alcohol and music can result in a fine evening.
"We are an open democracy and welcome 180-degree feedback circle." This is a weak start; we need a strong first point that will set the tone.
Joe takes me out onto the balcony, places his strong, soft hands on my cheeks and whispers softly in my ear, “Amtrak.” We make love under the moon.
If thou believes thy hands cleansed when 20 seconds have tarried, thou art awakening for ill news.
My girlfriend first noticed the absence of romance while I was in a stained dressing gown, digging wax from my ears while reminiscing about my ex.
In our letter describing “a story like a deep gash, revealing what was underneath the skin,” we were referring to the other Carl’s short masterpiece.
How would you feel if, every time someone wanted to address one of these problems, they used you as the reason?
“57 Varieties of Courage” Velveeta pulled her long red hair, the robust shade of Heinz ketchup, under a hood before leaving for the morning hunt.