Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
monizing to f-
  

    
riends who re-
  

    
member the good old daze, but are st-
  

    
ill crazy, after all these years.  The trembling Lion got ou-
  

    
t of his thicket - stretched, yawned and thought to himself, "what's
for break-"
  

    
ing today?  It's always something, something gets broken between
daybreak and n-
  

    
ever to be seen a-
  

    
round this space a-
  

    
gain, aghast at the aggressive a-
  

    
ngle Clementina is taking toward my head just now!" The Lion d-
  

    
ecided against the case brought by the monkeys before the c-
  

    
arpe diem crowd and made a cowering run for the Senate cloakroom, t-
  

    
allying votes as he lo-
  

    
bbed rhetorical bombs at s-
  

    
uccubi grazing around the watering hole, while ga-
  

    
thering his thoughts for the Animals Rebuttal to the State of the
Union address, ob-
  

    
serving the monkeys and bonobos were clearly seated on opposite
sides of the pond, wa
  

    
shing their hands of the entire sordid p-
  

    
anoply while reflecting on their reflections in the po-
  

    
litical presidential dis-
  

    
masting that had left the Ship of State adrift on the Slough of
Despond e-
  

    
difices, nevertheless forging ahead via money-driven inertia a-
  

    
lbeit with a pronounced list and drift to the right, and l-
  

    
ikely to end in total f-
  

    
ailure unlike those that profess their allegiance to most benighted
of b-