Mayor Tiny Tim of Tiny Town presided over a short and troubled administration for Tiny Tim held a tiny insistence that all things be teeny tiny, up to and including the fire fighting equipment.
After nine months, several trips to the obstetrician, and a painful reconciliation, Fragments came to an end.
We sat alert on that hill as the sun came up, holding hands, silently crying, numbly feeling each other, waiting for the fire of Sodom to inevitably consume us and our children.
Jeff lay there unmoving, awestruck by the majesty of his spinal paralysis.
“What big teeth you had!” cried Little Red Riding Hood, tasting the grandma carcass soup.
It seems as if time stood still, as if they held hands forever, those two corpses.
Too often had we discounted the power of children: their innocence, their beautiful naïvety, their powerful tiny fists.
“Porridge!” she shouted wildly, she too having forgotten the safe word.
“What big teeth you have, Grandma!” said Little Red Riding Hood, hungrily feeling her toothless jaws, craving what she could not have.
One day, Princess Michael Thicklegs snuck outside the castle when her father, the king, wasn’t paying attention, which was always. She found hope and respite within nature’s bosom, as nature continually mistook her thick, hairy legs as squirrels.
Love is a fickle mistress, like having a secret wife.
Death is but the final voyage in life, if voyages were permanent and one-way and extremely physically and emotionally painful.
Persuasion is the act of greatest intimacy, the intimacy of knowledge, followed by totally rounding second base.
“In closing,” said the counsel to the jury, “I just hope everybody in the courtroom can overlook the parts of the case where I started settings things on fire and browbeat a woman into a heart attack. And if you don’t I will personally come after you with an electric riding crop, SO HELP ME GOD.”
Violence is never the answer, except in self-defense. Or if the guy stole something from you. Or if he looks at you funny because he’s probably hitting on you, and that’s not cool. That’s gay.
