Many people have asked me why I don’t steer away from the “dirty” statuettes and carve pets, and families, and things like that. I tell them “Fu*k off. I love what I do.” I had become arrogant and it made me even more popular. I was invited to the White House. The ...
My ears were deformed from being beaten and they wouldn’t stop ringing. So, I was ugly. I hated that. I asked the girl who worked in the school library if she wanted to go to the movies with me. I said we could go see “Chucky.” She said, “I don’t have to go to the ...
Give a prize to the little whirr in the periphery of this song, like a vibrating phone and a whooping crane; makes you want to buy a new appliance, get a bird, slide in next to Rema and see how he makes it work. Gilli - "Baianá" [website] The Danish rapper Gilli samples Bar...
A tiny little phone Can suck you down to hell People tear you apart Like they're ringing a bell The sun gives us warmth And energy It's a beautiful day Go climb a tree by Richard W. Bray Tags:country music,Country Music Lyrics,lyrics,Mia Gaitanidis,Washing on the line Posted inIf ...
“Mummy..mummy.. I am not feeling good” said a panicked Mrs. Sharma to the phone. “Where is your husband” asked the voice behind the phone. “I threw him out of the apartment. He touched the dustbin” “Did you take your medicines today?” asked the voice, concerned. ...
“We have the fog here in Oregon. It’s a fog like never before… but something that is really weird that is happening is there’s a loud vacuum-like sound in the sky whenever the fog shows up. I know it sounds really crazy but I kept waking up to what I thought was a street ...
Berry used to getangry at the phone. “If they keep on ringing, I’ll never get my typing done!”she’d shout. People just don’t see the big picture. One evening, afterleaving work, I was sitting next to a man on the train. I was feeling tired. Myeyes fell on the paper he ...
“This nail was the i-Phone of its day — the highest technology,” I would tell them. “If you could shoe your horse, you could plow your field, deliver the mail, defend your territory . . . “Today, this nail is the humblest of technologies. It holds the shoe on through mud and...
” I am going to savor each page of this book, and take it all in. I was on the air at a local rock station the night Freddie Mercury passed away, and announced it live, with a lump in my throat. The phone just kept ringing, as people hoped the news wasn’t true. It took ...
“Why are you stomping? You know I’m on the phone!” She says this with her hand clamped over the mouthpiece. To stifle our sound. As if any of this can be kept silent. I stomp more, then move to the coffee pot. Her cup is there. Lipstick on the rim. I touch it then look...