In A Flash!

Said one City sophomore:

No religion has reached its full maturity until its adherents begin to toast one another.

How can anything ever explain its own absence?  How can ignorance, lack of intelligence, “make up for” its own sorry self?

A fellow said that one day, whilst he was unexpectedly happy, he heard a little voice down inside his own sweet self softly singing, “Oh, ain’t it grand to be a gland.”

In the City, affection can come and go in a flash, but hate is not so unjustly limited.

There have been reports of late that out at the East City Beach, on dark nights, coming from off shore, just out of sight, there is heard the sound of something gigantic thrashing about and breathing heavy.

J.