By a simple show of hands, who here is wearing gloves?
Jarod KintzI took my pants off slowly, thinking if I did it too fast I’d possibly rip a hole in the center of the universe.
Jarod KintzTen years have gone by since the ten year anniversary, and I still remember it like it happened a decade ago.
Jarod KintzMy sword can cut through butter like water. Likewise, my tongue can cut through the logic of love.
Jarod KintzI’d eat a mosquito to satisfy my hunger for an itch.
Jarod KintzI fill my life with speech, but not with people who are truly listening.
Jarod KintzI would hate to see seventeen people with monosyllabic names like Mike or Ann die, but if they did, and you wrote down all their names in groups of 5-7-5, you'd have one tragic haiku.
Jarod KintzSomeday I want to write a sixteen-syllable Haiku about the death and disappearance of a monosyllabic word.
Jarod Kintz(Picture of a pirate standing on a treasure chest) It's not about the chest, it's all about the booty.
Jarod KintzThe living have love for the dead, but the dead have no love for the living. I ought to know, because I’d like the steak—medium rare—mashed potatoes, green beans, and a salad on the side. And some rolls and butter would be great, thanks. Separate checks, by the way.
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