By Joe C Miller I absolutely love those dainty little morsels of loveliness. Trimmed, manicured and painted. What women refer to as their feet. Then there are the monsters that escape from my boots every night after a shift or two of battling the evil concrete. The odor is reminiscent of that emitted by those [...]
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Foot Fetish
Posted in Joe C. Miller on April 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
No Need For a Delorean
Posted in Joe C. Miller on March 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Joe C Miller The last time seems like decades ago. Some how I am always surprised to see it still alive, under a tarp, in my garage. I climb aboard with a death grip on my sweaty soul and it resists. Riding high, riding fast, on liquid imagination makes it hard to be someplace [...]
Jimmy’s Bunny
Posted in Joe C. Miller on March 5, 2010 | 2 Comments »
By Joe C. Miller Where has fluffy bunny gone? Did Jimmy’s bunny up and run away? Daddy said he didn‘t know. Mama sure looked sad. There was a special Sunday dinner, to help cheer Jimmy up. Fried chicken, it was good. Where are the wings? Why do the drumsticks seem so small?
