By Peter Friedman
“Visionary” in the sense that he was sighted. A UFO stash of secrets, perfect day for aliens. The senses commute to work. It’s not a big deal. Shakes hands like a fish. Drinks like a desert. Dessert has two S’s, cause you want seconds. I take minutes usually, and I don’t even wear a tie. It’s always casual Friday when the aliens come. Homophones are an issue at such high frequencies.
Clutching at Straws 