things move around

you ain’t seen nothin’ yet

i plan to make a molehill of this mountain

‘on’ switch is jammed and the pipes are spewing dust, the faucet’s gone and getting a plumber round here is like chopsticking a mozzer.

the intellectual sits at home all crumpled up and piteous

be a man

how about ya write it after you’ve done it?

ok

let’s get on with the job in hand