Here are a few of my own Handy-esque “deep thoughts,” primarily some wordplay fun in tagline length from the past several weeks. If I bothered with a Twitter account, I suppose these below and those on my back pages of Tumblr would be my “Tweets of the Day.”
It’s said if you believe in nothing, you’ll fall for anything. On the other hand, if you believe a little bit in everything, you’ll fall for nothing in particular.
As much as I welcome a visit from the Muse, sure wish it wasn’t always in the wee wee hours of the morn.
He was always in the middle of a whole-life crisis.
Thought he was trending hip, but his finger was on the pulse of a corpse.
Why treat me shabbily when you can treat me to chablis?!
I yam what I yam, so I can’t be beet.
While “good Earth” contracts to “g’Earth,” the bounty from it often expands one’s girth.
Def Ignition of WFMU: A many Kentacled “Octopi Montgomery St.” cult. [And, just like fish, mollusks stink from the head down.]