Another refrigerator weakens and falls behind the herd.
Only the fittest survive.
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A windbag’s second wind
It blows.
Four horsemen
Neigh.
Hello, 2025. I come in peace.
It should all go just fine.
Holiday breathing into a paper bag
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
The cosmic raspberry
Or Bronx cheer.
My kingdom for a cubicle
the kind that dampens sound, with thick foam partitions.
The denouement before the storm
I reckon, anyhow.
A little breather
After a week of breathing into a paper bag.
Now comes the stressful bit.
You know, like opening a restaurant.