Language Class With Me

Language class is in session. Right now, let’s talk about similes.   Aren’t they beautiful, like germs on a model’s shiny lips? I mean, it is possible for a hideous thing to acquire a desirable quality. Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video scares even the bravest sexually transmitted disease symptoms out of me. However, MJ’s presence

“Good” Meets “Bad”

Saint Peter saw Satan from afar, and he held his blood-stained sword firmly. Saint Peter’s hands looked sweaty, like a food coupon in a traffic policeman’s pockets. Peter: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Mayor of Sewerburg. It’s kind of a catchy word, except for the part that sewer is just liquid poop and

Am I Selfish?

  I don’t like others telling me their problems. I’m the opposite of a bartender.   Am I selfish?   It depends, it depends if I want others to hear my problems only.   It also depends if the person’s problems are being narrated with the pace of a now old Morgan Freeman. Most importantly,