My dreams have wings. But not soaring eagle wings, more like the wings of a butterfly—colorful and easily ripped off. The last time my dreams got ripped off was when I shopped at Walmart, the place where freedom soars like a caterpillar under the foot of oppression.

“Because of the age difference, I assumed they were related, mother/daughter. Bu…”

“My name is spelled “Spelled,” but it’s pronounced “Pronounced.”

“I don’t think he’s dumber than a politician. But only because it’s not possible…”

“I want instant coffee at the snap of my fingers that gives me more energy than …”