A collection of my favorite pieces of accidental writing
"Which way does the pigeon fall?" He asked me, pointing to a telephone line where stood a solitary bird. Once I sat with a friend on a couch and we dialed for pizza, he talked of pigeons and waved his hands, "which way does the pigeon fall?" he asked me, and I told him they say a tree falls the way it leans, and he concured, and asked again, "yes" he said, "a tree does, but which way does the pigeon fall" And I told him it shouldn't fall either way. "exactly, as long as it's alive it falls neither way" he said, holding up a finger as the courier knocked
I had inquired to the man on an issue that I had gone into long discussions thereof, for 40 days thereof, I had mulled over it every man I knew and some I didn't, with no two men agreeing, I recounted the issue to the man, and he listened, looking over my shoulder to the middle distance, and he said, "I will tell you no less and no more than what the wisest men of such an issue have said" he said, he looked at me, and he looked into my eyes when he said. and that was the last of what he said
my grains are plump ... your grains are dry I'm milling wheat ... you're brewing rye
on the pec fly machine almost tore a muscle imagining that I'm hugging my friends