o a neutron goes into a bar and asks, “How much for a beer?” The bartender says, “For you, no charge.” S
f your boss tells you to have a nice day, does that mean you can go home? I
ooking for a bitter and sweet drink? Try some Reali-tea. L
isten, singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth, then it becomes a soap opera. L
ou know what, I was going to tell you a time-traveling joke, but you didn’t like it. Y
ugar dissolved inside fizzy water S
h, how sweet the sensation O
rinking this invigorating concoction D
nd tasting its echo on the follow up belch A
ocus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you” F
eally dude? It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.” R
nless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs” U
sn’t that stuff loaded with carbs? Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.” I
hat may be true. Can I interest you in a zucchini?” T
tay far away from me with that thing. You might poke an eye out.” S
uisine so fine that that it demanded to be taken out for a dinner date C
e showered her with flavors that were tart, sweet, salty, and spicy H
verything balanced to a perfection, a true masterpiece of culinary art E
ood may be temporally empheneral, but the memories of that meal will be eternal F
accharine dreams and ideals permeate her world S
inding her up into a sugar coma W
verything becomes a surreal new reality E
nabling dark pits and holes to grow in the enamel of her TV smile E
hat didn’t matter though, because the nothings told her so T
The date had gone well till dessert
t that point, her expression soured A
alph let go of the final pastry R
he fact he had not even offered to share made the atmosphere acerbic T
o he learned a lesson. Skip the sweet stuff till the date is done S
onfectionery concoction tempting my sweet tooth C
lluring in its simple primal call A
eedless calories prostrate in front of me N
o I give in and experience their rapture? D
ou will have to tune in next time to find out Y
The words called to his soul. He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.
He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring. Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest. Soon he was driven mad. He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.
The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.
Martha smiled as she sipped her margarita. It had just the right amount of sweet and tangy, and the brim had the perfect amount of salt. This all-inclusive resort was amazing.
She looked around the rest of the pool bar area, taking in all the couples slowly drinking their way till dinner and she wondered maybe this wasn’t the place for her.
She then had another margarita and decided it didn’t really matter. Her drink could be her plus one. And if this relationship didn’t last, well there was always the next one.
Luckily the pool caught her all tears.
ounting the number of ceiling tiles for the fifteenth time C
esisting the siren call of sweet sweet slumber R
s the voice of the teacher droned on and on A
till the class would just not end. Had entropy died? S
ow bad was it when I realized I had drooled all over my desk as I woke up H