From the Fishouse

The poetry festival has ended.

The poetry festival ended today.

Today is May 22, 2005.

Sometimes today is Tuesday.
-I am translating.-

Tuesday is not the day the festival ended.

The festival ended today.

Today is Sunday.

Sunday is a day of the week.

The day that Sunday is is the day that today is which is when the festival for poetry ended.

The festival was either for poetry or people.

The people liked the festival.

Chris was at the festival, and I was at the festival, and Chris and I alike like the festival.

The typo made all the difference.

Ironica.

More so even.

Alyssa is funny.

She just laughed.

She said something and people laughed.

She said some words one of which might have been “words” and Linda, Standard,
Christian, Gabe, and Alyssa laughed.

Patrick ran the festival.

Patrick sent invitations to the poets.

Some of the poets.

All of the poets are too many.

Too many.

Tonight I pretended to be a bull.

The horns were beer bottles.

Beer bottles were the horns.

I am in love.

Whiskey is in my glass, and I will put the glass to my lips now.

The typo is only possible with the typewriter.

Otherwise it is a misspelling.

People have misspelled words since there was “words.”

Words have been around since there was also “words.”

Standard said “sex toys.”

Standard does not have “sex toys.”

Is “proliferarity” a word?