Toss it in here

 

They exist in many places, so why not here?  Simply consider this a junk drawer.  The Internet’s literary junk drawer.  It is full of odd bits, strange ideas and random thoughts.  It is now and has always been completely unorganized.  There are stories, finished as well as unfinished.  Things left hanging, with vague promises that I’ll return to complete them one day.  In fact, some I have but you never went back to check.

There are scraps and notes, scribbled with phone numbers.  Whose number, I haven’t a clue.  What isn’t in here are scissors, Scotch tape, pens and unsharp pencils.  There are no business cards or address books, rubber bands or very old hard candies, cemented to their wrappings.  There is no broken-off part of something that goes to whatever, I forget, but don’t throw it away.

And should you be looking for proper grammatical advice, the speed at which someone can safely change tenses, or any how-to suggestions, you’ll want to check a different drawer.  This aren’t the place.  Here is where silly lives.  There are talking shoes and floating horses, awkward poetry and serious drivel.  I have kept advertising to a low hum and only wore my hat when needed.

 

Quando omni flunkus moritati