In 1898 you can bet that Sour Sis didn’t look like a whore, but I’m sure the packaging involved the delicate turn of a green ankle. Sex sells.
You are in Japan, where you sit under a cherry tree full to blooming. As each of the trees is numbered, you can easily have a pizza delivered to you, and so you do. Your bellies are warm and full from the beers that you have brought with you from the vending machines at the station, Japanese beer which is really like beer soda.
The wind blows, and pink snow alights onto your pizza, upon the mayonnaise and corn.
He favors a bike lamp and pages that get moldy in the bath; she, an e-reader with a clip light. Amazing that they could agree on a film.
What does it mean that the SF Weekly printed the phrase “happy ending” twice on one page?
A) nothing; there is no meaning to anything in any free weekly
B) subtle and passive come-on meant for the Guardian staffers under the age of 23
C) why bother?
D) the phrase “happy ending” always makes people giggle, especially when applied to President Hu or a homeless man. See, you’re giggling, aren’t you?
Civic Center Farmers Market: I stand far back to take this photograph, because if you get near them with a camera they’ll take out your eyes. If you doubt, check out nai nai on the right.
Once saw a security guard once grab one for some offense or other and she screamed like a gull stuck in a bear trap, a half hour of 7th street was Cantonese screech.
You do not cross a black market grandma.
A hard life they’ve had, that they have to black market the All-Bran like this.
From the back of the class comes an exasperated sigh.
“Hello? The answer is ‘everbody.’”
RE: your stated position on Skate or Die
Your Either/or paradigm clearly shows a lack of imagination in opposition to real-world processes. What must be considered is the plurality as it is rendered in the 21st century, vis a vis the empiricism of the common man.
This is what happens to people who don’t bring organic orange wedges to practice. Don’t let it happen again.