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saints preserve us :: bakerina

Is there a saint who can chase the flying cockroaches out of Astoria, Queens, much as Saint Patrick chased the snakes out of Ireland?

    TAGS:  cockroaches, snakes, Saint Patrick

whirrrrr :: e

I’m never sure just when flying cockroach season comes, until it has and we’re here.

    TAGS:  cockroaches, flying, insects

Mondays are bad enough it seems, but on the Monday that Kafka awoke to find it that overnight he had been transformed into a giant cockroach it turned out that the super had scheduled a routine fumigation and the writer went form great mind to obituary topic before his coffee finished brewing.

    TAGS:  coffee, cockroaches, existentialism, writers, Monday, Franz Kafka, fumigation

Jemma’s brain came with two working switches, visual or wordy, and trying to hard wire them to work with each other just caused her to have weird dreams.

    TAGS:  words, photography, cockroaches, formalism, Kafka


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