Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Smoking: A mini-saga

A woman sashays into a bar, leans her generous bosom over the counter and calls out seductively to the bartender, “Hey honey, pour me a drink! I’ve got heartburn!” The bartender eyes the bleached-blonde hair, the low-cut neckline and says, “Lady, you ain’t got heartburn. Your tit’s in the ashtray!”


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