seacaptain - 7-18-2003 at 04:20 AM
http://www.sjsu.edu/depts/english/2003.htm
some of my faves:
Chloe hated the way the mud squished up between the toes of her Birkenstocks like cappuccino-colored bog-ooze, as she ran to meet Teddy, who hated her
Birkenstocks anyway, and would complain bitterly about her soggy feet as they shared some stolen moments in the back of his ice-cream truck.
The sun rose over the horizon like a great big radioactive baby's head with a bad sunburn but then again it might just have been that Lisa was
always cranky this early in the morning.
Standing in the concessions car of the Orient Express as it hissed and lurched away from the station, Special Agent Chu could feel enemy eyes watching
him from the inky shadows and knew that he was being tested, for although he had never tasted a plug of tobacco in his life, he was impersonating an
arms dealer known to be a connoisseur, so he knew that he, the Chosen One, Chow Chu, had no choice but to choose the choicest chew on the choo-choo.
It was from the primeval wellspring of an antediluvian passion that my story arises which, like the round earth flattened on a map, is but a linear
projection of an otherwise periphrastic and polyphiloprogenitive, non-planar, non-didactic, self-inverting construction whose obscurantist geotropic
liminality is beyond reasonable doubt.
draconian - 7-18-2003 at 01:33 PM
Ha!
My favorite is:
On the fourth day of his exploration of the Amazon, Byron climbed out of his inner tube, checked the latest news on his personal digital assistant
(hereafter PDA) outfitted with wireless technology, and realized that the gnawing he felt in his stomach was not fear--no, he was not afraid, rather
elated--nor was it tension--no, he was actually rather relaxed--so it was in all probability a parasite.