Very short pieces of serious nonsense.
He floated like a butterfly. He stung like a bee. He needed help getting through the ropes. The other dog outweighed him by ninety pounds and made the usual mistake of confusing height with authority. By the fourth round, Paw-li was still barking. The other dog was no longer
Rodin's masterwork captures the moment of pure intellectual anguish — the weight of consciousness, the terror of choice, the confrontation with a universe indifferent to suffering, and a man on the couch who said "in a minute" at 2pm.
They woke in Las Vegas with no memory of the previous night, one missing shoe, a cat in the bathroom, and several receipts that suggested the evening had acquired momentum. Someone insisted there had been a plan. Nobody remembered the plan. The cat did.