People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
Draw things, paint things, write things, make things.
"Civilization is ice-cream"
ReplyDeleteWhat flavour is we?
Mint. Chocolate-chip mint. Ironically, this is the only flavour I can buy that C won't eat all of.
ReplyDeleteYou almost tricked me with the Neapolitan, but I simply avoided the pink stripe and ate the others.
ReplyDeleteYou could so put this on a tee. Triple Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Fudge Crackle! :-) (I just made that ice cream up, but I'm thinking I should definitely make some)
ReplyDeleteCrikey you know loads more than me - as for number 6 I guess the response is that things are far worse...
ReplyDeleteOh and I want that pill - NOW
no. 10 is my favorite.
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