January 7, 2012
December 9, 2011
President Obama responds to GOP criticism that he has been too appeasing in his foreign policy, by saying in a press conference today, “Ask Osama Bin Laden how appeasing I’ve been.”
…Osama needs an interview like he needs another hole in his head.
….He would roll over in the ocean floor if he heard that.
…Because that’s a secret he’ll take with him to his grave aka Atlantis Cemetery.
March 17, 2010
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March 4, 2010
FLASH FICTION SITE TITLE: “Prolific Parade Populated Preponderantly by Pompous-Pretentious-Pedantic Publications, Postulations, & Pontifications.”
SAMPLE SUBMISSION TITLE/SUBTITLE:
“INTANGIBLE INSOMNIA INPIRATIONS”/(FEIGNING FRAGILE FLAWS, FOIBLES, FOLLIES FILL FLICKERING FLAMES FROM FIRST FLASH FICTION )
MR. J 2010
FLASH FICTION TREATISE:
I am soon to be paralyzed in the happiness of the tender night.
Involuntarily my grey sun strained eyes fluttered.
Winked ferociously from glancing at the once bloomed in bright crimson light, rays elicited by a cheerful red sun.
A sun that seemed to have unobtrusively dimwits as if it was quivering on the horizon from the warm center of the world to the ragged edge of the universe.
A sun that lightly, slenderly, languidly sank with soft whispers and an effeminate swank forging a velvet dusk.
Acting as the midwife to the birth of a warm winded summer day’s sinister contrast.
Suddenly: Streetlights shinning, candles flickering, and blackness vanishes any harsh defiant wristfulness.
Privileged glimpses privy to the riotous excursions found in natural curiosity’s abortive sorrows uninflected.
Running together in a soothing tone with leisure movements nibbling stale ideas as they tremble helplessly.
Plunge the days gruff husky tenor arrogance and supercilious manner as the suns face fiegns affectations
Pleasing contemptuous expressions now twirling, rippling, and ballooning downward like its anchored by a metallic shrill of its own void of desire and surplus of skepticism.
The night bellows a triumphant yet meekness and you can almost hear its thrilling laughter fragility unaffected by scorn or contempt.
These nocturnal short winded elation heightened in sensitivity by the sky vacuous of solar rays shining but populated by a parade of flabby impressionability in the shape of twinkling consolations.
Abruptly my eyes now flash restlessly searching the arresting phenomenon of darkness left in the wake of absence of a majestic sunny day.
Hovering impatiently, as if I’ve become more alert, my stare is fastened with an awe expression to the sharply different dull illumination consoling proximity to the gleaming silver pepper of the stars.
Stars reflected on bays mirror like surface resembling diamonds glittering along the water consumed by young breath giving air radiantly moonlit, calm and crisp.
Aimlessly, under a beam paler than a winter moon yet not as gold as a harvest moon, footsteps echo my previous destination as I stroll.
Carelessly wandering with childlike glee and vulnerable exultance in the twighlight’s crystallized blanket of wavering silhouettes emerged from wavering shadows.
Soon enough…I am now paralyzed in the happiness of the tender night.
THE SUBSEQUENT END