Franz Kafka’s “The Thesis”
K. often wondered if he had become trapped in a time loop, like that movie Palm Springs. “My thesis is 467 pages long. What else is there to do?”
K. often wondered if he had become trapped in a time loop, like that movie Palm Springs. “My thesis is 467 pages long. What else is there to do?”
While people escape outdoors / There will be shortage the like of which was never seen / As masses storm stores / For parchment used to keep clean
Though the sun may soon set on this discount code, my passion for your touch shall never fade!
AT A PASTRY SHOP: “While I do appreciate this lemon meringue pie—it’s very sweet, which is fun for a dessert if that’s what you’re going for."
The pieces titled "The Clitoris: Nub of Joy!" for Healthy Lady Magazine and "The Ford F-150: Trucks Rule!" for Automotive Life will be one piece.
Photos of me, at my most intimate, turned into a puzzle for some simple mind’s amusement. My fashion sense became an “inside joke” for the masses.
Whenever you describe something huge and monstrous, you call it "behemoth"—no one ever uses “leviathan” in the same way. Honestly, it hurts.
But resistance must not be allowed to harden into its own brand of oppression—which That Jerk sitting in my chair is already exploiting.
I definitely don’t lay in bed motionless, hovering between sleep and wakefulness, until finally my hungry cat comes and scream-meows in my face.
“Synonyms for ‘laugh’ include ‘chortle,’ ‘gurgle,’ ‘snicker,’ and ‘titter,’” Commander Garm told the dead alien for no discernible reason.
Persistent Car Salesman: Hi, Jared, it’s me, Buddy (at least that’s the name you call me by). Well… I’ve written a screenplay!
My question is whether, if this is fated to happen, I can nudge it along by killing my boss. --Name Withheld in Scotland