The Zen monastery has a man with a stick to keep the meditating monks awake.
At my place even the stick man has dozed off.
To get through the world we must be flexible, just as our skull was flexible to get us into the world.
When I see a drop of paint I’ve left behind I’m pleased to think not even Rembrandt or Picasso could have done it better.
Jackson Pollack, maybe.
All the venial sins in the world won’t add up to one mortal sin. Though they will annoy the Almighty mightily.
Thieves are like rats. They won’t go away until we remove their food source: money.
The minutes of light built up between the solstices winter and summer
Now ooze away like coins from a purse slit by thieves
What a bummer
The road to salvation is narrow
With ten thousand switchbacks
Those zippers on food products are convenient, but have a shelf life shorter than the contents in their care.
When I was young I liked working alone
Now I like someone around
To call the dispatcher.
If I fall to the ground
Death will be my wedding day
The thing has been arranged
I must see to my wedding clothes
They say I’ll be quite changed
There are two kinds of people…
I shall not divide
We’ll take one and all
We’ll take them in stride
Some paraprosdokian squibs today.
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I fell for that one!
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