Ce La Vie!

If I could touch the sky, pull out a starry night from the clouds,
If I could write a book or read one,
If I could be wise, and see things that others didn’t know they know,
Or if I could have more hairs on my head than there are spaghetti strands in italy,
Then I would be happy.


Fourty five thousand people marched together in fantastic straight lines in order to penetrate the most secret fortress of france.
A sixteenth of them survived into their forty fifth year, as most of them died in the original attack and the rest perished shortly thereafter from acute anthrax brought upon by poisoned soup consumption.

If you cut off your hand, is your hand missing a body or is your body missing a hand?

you and me

I was an ass without meaning to.
Not to be, but to.
But you didn’t finish your sentence, you cried!
And I thought you were going to…
But,
The only thing I was going to was.

my nose

I woke up and my nose was missing again.
I started and wept tears of admiration and utmost profound joy.
“How could this be?” I admonished through my tears?
They were wet, and I found them soon to be unpleasant.
It promised to be a cold and unpleasant day throughout.
I soon found my nose—it was where it usually is, but just a millimeter or two to the left.
A hair to the left really.