Tag: Poetry

Past Imperfect – #423

  Charley, middle: “Now, look here, Buford. This here’s what we call a ‘woman’. They can be quite nice to have around if you know what to do with them.” Buford, right: “Why I gotta have one of those?” Charley: “They can make you happy. They can cook […]

Past Imperfect – #331

Nurse Mae: “Doctor, do you see what I’m seeing in the Emergency Room?” Doctor John: “I’m not quite certain, but it appears to look like what you think it looks like.” Nurse Mae: “So this means…” Doctor John: “The casualties from Black Friday Shopping have already begun to […]

Past Imperfect – #384

Norma: “Come into my arms, my love. Let me show my world to you.” Director: “Cut! Norma, you’re off script. And why do you look like you’re one morphine drip away from a sanitarium? You’re supposed to be on the verge of rapturous love-making with the man that […]