Write for the people and they will read.
Grow food for the people and they will eat.
Fight wars for the people and they will die.
I accidentally typed this emoticon:
It sort of looks like a smile (or a frown) with one eye.
Or perhaps a bird’s beak.
Our dreams entertain us when we sleep.
Movies entertain us when we’re awake.
In my dream last night I was eating a big tomato that looked like a heart, and so I put the heart-shaped fruit into a frame to make a picture, and then I wrote below it:
“Made by God and me.”
There is a little bug flitting around, and I see it best when it’s flitting in front of my computer screen. I’ve tried to kill it twice. I also tried grabbing the little guy with my hand, but missed. Well, I caught it once, then opened my hand and it flew away. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about such a tiny creature. Homo Sapiens sure like to kill.
I like the smell of gardenia, jasmine, and lilac flowers.
Roses remind me of death.
Between strawberries and raspberries I prefer the former.
(Does it bug you when a writer uses the words latter and former, and then you have to remember which is which?)
I know I can find the answers if I do a little research on the following questions:
Why is there straw in the word strawberry?
Why is rasp in the word raspberry?
A woman in my neighborhood has this license plate on the back of her car:
IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!