

Anti Joke'Tell me a joke.' I said to him.Anti Joke
'Gladly.' He smiled. 'A dog walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender realizes how silly this is, and wakes up from his dream. He rolls over and tells his wife about it, who ignores him. He begins to silently cry, knowing that his marriage is falling into shambles.' 'That's... terrible! What kind of joke is that?' I asked, surprised. 'An anti-joke.' He explained. 'An anti-joke, you say?' I said.
'Yes.'
'And what is that?'
'It's the opposite of a joke. When you tell a normal joke, you expect a punchline, correct?'
'Well, I certainly did.' I said to h


Part 2"He was the kinda guy that doesn't ask for things twice, and fills in Crosswords with pen."Part 2
I found myself in a field. Wind picked up and swept across my face, but I could not feel the air, or my hair stirring and brushing against my neck, but I swear I could smell the flowers at my feet. I was almost positive I could hear a piano playing in the distance, and though I was sure the music existed, I was not able to discern what exactly was playing. It appeared as though an eagle, or some other large bird, was soaring across the sky aboove my head. Some distance from me were grassy hills, and beyond that a forest, magnificent in its
Liquid
--
phenLee
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Previous Page12345...Next Page