by Marc Isaac Potter
In my humble opinion, I sometimes understand how a story can go off the rails and thus become a jumble, a mess. For example, if the writer uses a large number to impress the reader, to make the story sound fantastic, does that do any good, or does it do more harm than good?
A brown squirrel. Yes, a small mind may jolly well be the devil’s workshop, but who is to say that a large mind is not. What is likely? Does the desert Kangaroo Rabbit, charm his friends by falsely telling them he has several associates in the cactus community? Probably not.
Where are your manners? The Queen Bee — who identifies as a Queen Ant, has just come back from Target and she wants to tell you about the fabulous sales.
What can I say about …? Your sentence immediately above is not only incomplete but in the words of Marsden Farnsworth, Professor of Word Play at the University of Nowhere, your sentence is wholly and completely inadequate. This is a temporary list of nothingness, in part because of impermanence.
Yes, the chickadee sang his song, about this very piece mind you but, but also he raised his voice.
Marc Isaac Potter is a real person.
