LOOKING AT
PICTURES
'What's this?', you say. 'It looks like hell.'
That's what it is, I reply. 'It's a picture of Hell.'
With that, of course, the shingles fly off the roof,
the gutters fall, and the wash-water from the basement
sink is suddenly up to our necks. 'Whatever shall we
do?',
you ask. I tried remaining very calm, and said simply,
'well, let's just turn the page.' You know what? It
worked.
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Steam fits the steamfitter's line of work like an
ink-pen or a keyboard fits mine. I write to live.
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Incessant mongrels, talking dowagers, and errant
newsboys
run circles around everything - truth, justice,
and - most
importantly - the American way. Let's go down to
Downtown
Acres and have a drink or two. Simply put, nothing else will
do.
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