No bad read goes unpublished.
I was once picked last for solitaire.
If bed bugs come from beds, where do cockroaches come from?
What is the tooth fairy doing with all of those teeth?
No good pea goes unhummused.
If Cher married Sting, would their kids be allowed to have names that were just syllables?
Who saves all that daylight, and what are they doing with it all autumn and winter?
Why did Oxford think English Literature needed a Companion?
Misery stalks Company.
If anyone says to you, ‘I’m not a racist, but…,’ they are probably a racist butt.
We now let computers ask human beings if they are robots.
Can body language ever be censored, or provide us with subtitles?
Readers are leaders; writers are fighters.
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