This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

He's a linguistics major

"All he eats is linguine for dinner."
"I would go as far to say as I wouldn't trust any man with a goatee."
"Cheese is the duct tape of food, dude. If anything is going wrong with your culinary endeavors, you can most likely remedy it with some cheese. If anything, it certainly won't hurt."
On The South: "They eat so much salt their blood is like the Dead Sea, but without as many Jews."

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