Lady Bug
Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
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Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
She was bent out of shape. She had missed the Barbie movie, the ice cream man, and every atom of August’s awesome. Her pockets were hairy but otherwise empty. She would still fly first class.
“A volunteer will refine the prototype for Antin‘s pants this week.” Find me another place on the planet where this sentence was just spoken, and I will give you my favorite velvet scrunchie.
“Not compatible with life.” I have been thinking about this phrase a great deal lately.
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It is not fair. There must be a way around this. If I can just find the right address to send my letter, the right department to ship my prototype, we can fix it.
Do it. Call me “greedy.” I’m not daring you. I’m not seeking absolution. I’m delighting in it. Do it!
The dimwit world does not understand genius. The superficial society does not understand accomplishments. Trifecta understands.