You never know where you’re going until you’re gone.
There is a troubadour who night after night — through a confluence of smoke, and ash, and alchohol-glaze — takes to stage with demonic rage to light his voice aflame.
“Ain’t no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones,” his witch once barked. The shutters turned to dust…
Hope can be faintly heard in the cracking and crunching of a creosote tumble-brush bouncing along a sun-soaked desert road.
The winds of death orchestrate its desperate dance.
Subversive verse is the transverse of transcendance.
Gertrude Stein wrote mighty fine, but Virginia Woolf made even Ginsburg howl.
A man’s character is measured by his time on screen.
A man’s dignity is reflected in the cut of his trousers.
Don’t do today what you’ll be forgotten for when you die.
Procrastination is a lie. Ideas require coagulation within the ether of primordial subconscious.
Unveiled prematurely, ideas will die.
Just like democracy.
The milliner once said,
“If you reap what you sew, I suppose I have a bunch of hats.”
The woman replied,
“It doesn’t matter.”
These were the top 10 stories published by Aphorisms. in January of 2019. You can also dive into daily archives for January of 2019 by using the calendar at the top of this page.