The Parade Makes a Hard Right into Chaos

O this ragabash of clowns leading the national parade with their upside trickle downs their ships for shoes and flappy gowns— their huuuuuge fake news charade! O hang this ragabash of clowns and the unfunny mess they’ve made with their treacle nonsense nouns and gibberish through smiles as frowns their constant in and out charade. … Continue reading The Parade Makes a Hard Right into Chaos

Phil Paints Tighty-Whiteys (Unfortunately)

The first thing Phill Uperdone noticed that early November morning was that yellow was everywhere. The next thing he noticed is that there was no purple. The studio was a vast wash of yellow ocher and cadmium yellow (deep, medium, and pale); there were lemon, Indian, golden and gamboge yellows, and these were smeared, sprayed, … Continue reading Phil Paints Tighty-Whiteys (Unfortunately)

writelee-dot-com Threatens to Go Continental as in Atomic. And it Won’t be Pretty.

You know what really hacks me? I mean really? In case you are serious about knowing what hacks me, here it IS: What really puts the oil on the fire of my synapses are those wastes of dirt and water who say girls are meant for being encrusted in dresses and frills and sugar and … Continue reading writelee-dot-com Threatens to Go Continental as in Atomic. And it Won’t be Pretty.