"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

24 December 2011

100 Words; Idle Hands

There was really nothing to do. No victims. The travelers wanted to get where they were going. I got a little punchy. But I insist it wasn't my fault. Idle hands and all.

Images were sent. My sister couldn't stop laughing and my father enjoyed it. My daughter said I was her hero. Sempi said the model never looked better.


For some reason no one believes me when I say the Devil made me do it, even if I might've meant it. Queer. I wonder if it has anything to do with what I once said about the Devil's wife?

3 comments:

  1. A poor stuffed mountain goat in a Santa hat, a story about the Devil's wife, and a perfect example of what a man can get up to with idle hands--

    I needed a good laugh this Christmas morning...

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  2. Terlee and Jennifer; Thank you for the read. Glad ya'll found it amusing.

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