Let me text this burning secret so we can trade numbers.
“I might have already I given you mine?”
<checks> Yep. Well, here’s mine. <dials the already given number>
“<puzzled by phone not ringing>”
“Hello?”
Well, this is interesting. See, I met this funny cute girl, and apparently she gave me a phony number. What a bitch.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
<hangs up> Looks like you transposed 2 digits.

Phonicus Rex meets Answerusaurus.

It’s a sun-loving fungus that can throw itself over a cow.

“Turn me on…”
I don’t know what I want, and I know what I don’t want.
I document the changes, and change the documentation.
I demonstrate the moves, and move the demonstration.
“…And turn me up…”
I go everywhere.
I do everything.
I live forever.
“…And turn me loose…”
I live in the rush.
I am a whirlwind.
I have a empty house at the corner of today and the past.
“…I am alive…”
I never grow old.
I never grow young.
I want to move.

“Smoothed over like milk…”

Foiled again.

“…Seeing only what was bad / When you tried to feed me…”

hey!!
Hey! (1 !)
1?!
Okay, I'll give you another ! Hey!!
Ohhhh. I couldn't tell what the ! referred to.
The ! referred to a !. It was not a pronounial !.

!

!!!! (in case of emergency)
heh I'll keep them in my pocket.

Serpents twist in biblical gardens, snakes around mystics’ staffs. The human eye sees the spindling strands and cannot comprehend the nature of the aberration before it, limbless wonder terrifyingly fascinating. The seeking of dimensional variance gets jarringly halted by a unidimensional monster. There is no body, no identification, no point of reference once the middle is grabbed, perhaps an inch from the end or perhaps to continue tortuously into labyrinthine coils, a predatory trail that might culminate in a tail, or a venomously fanged head, or simply extend into infinity.

I hate measuring spaghetti portions.

It starts with a b and ends with a q and has an archarts in the in the middle.

Visiting W[] is a lot like going to GenCon, in that it will be fun and I can’t do it this weekend.

Mums the word.

I’m feeling *confrontational*.

Clock in, lock out.

She realized she was trying to put circles into squares, and I was neither.

Saw $9.99, an Israeli/Australian claymation, none of which involve the movie’s essence. In a way that needs no discussion of why, the movie is good. Ending precisely at the scene when I hoped it would certainly counts as an identifiable facet.

Free kittens almost sounds like a good idea.

Tax e-service.

It’s a cross between Labor Day and Christmas.

Cereal Mexican Schnucks visual zeugma.

[I think I may like, almost as much as what this identifies, how 5 seemingly unrelated bizarrely random words indeed does identify something.]

Birthday wall posters are an interestingly accurate subsection.

“I want to run / I want to hide…”

Instructing someone to meet at the walnut tree, becomes at the street of the Walnut, becomes on Walnut Street. But then the entire process evolves: the location becomes the famous person who was once there, becomes some person who gave money, becomes some guy to be honored for some unrelated reason. Names beget names. Numbers become cardinal, not ordinal. Words are chosen out of Scottish mists, just as forgotten.

“…Where the streets have no name…”

My 8 year old heart wanted an elephant. It still does. And still might be 8 years old.
The elephant? It grew along with you?
hm I wonder if the elephant is still 8 years old, or whether it’s… <doing math> Oh, this is embarrassing. I'm trying to figure out how old an 8 year old elephant when I was 8 years old would be today. And then I realized, after trying to do some math, it would be my age. And then I still didn't know how old that was.

Regenerate: the older and younger I get, the younger and older I become.

“Will you be my Facebook boyfriend? Sent from my iPhone.”
You have an iPhone? And by ‘You’ I mean ‘Your brother’. And by ‘have’ I mean ‘has’. And by ‘an’ I mean ‘your’. And by ‘?’ I mean ‘.’.

The trip was made in the first 2 hours, with frogwalking.

We’ve made the life of frog one step better.
…One giant leap for frogkind?