Where else, besides SMITH, would I go to read stories?
Before bed I like reading things that are written on the inside of my eyelids, until I fall asleep.
My favorite story of all time is about a man with no eyelids who has a mental breakdown after a beautiful woman winks at him from across the bar, and he doesn't know how to react.
Right now I'm reading the world's longest haiku, though it's still only seventeen syllables long. But I can confidently say that after four months of heavy reading, I am halfway through. And half of seventeen is eight-and-a-half syllables. But boy, what a half of a syllable it is!
By Julie Davis in Six-Word Memoirs
By Julie Davis in Six-Word Memoirs
By Julie Davis in Six-Word Memoirs
By Julie Davis in Six-Word Memoirs
By Julie Davis in Six-Word Memoirs