Ampersands are fat-jowled men in wigs, or pigs thinking.
Peter had only just finished rereading his favorite book, about an ape and a canine, when a rock hit his living room window.
I shave my face and listen to Philip Larkin on YouTube when I feel too high to exist.
My writing seems on hold for the week as my girlfriend and I purchase a home. My drinking is not on hold.