Sometimes I get poetry and prose mixed up in my head, and I end up writing something like this.
Every story ever written is made up of the same twenty-six letters, just in different combinations. That’s a finite number. You can’t just create more letters – at least, not letters that will make any sense to anybody. So every story that ever is, was, or will be is shackled by those twenty-six elegant little restrictions.
Which means that there is only a finite number of stories.
Brands do it all the time. Why don’t we?
Emily hired somebody to help her get more “likes” on the internet.
“I normally only do that for companies,” said Jessica, the consultant. She sipped her latte. “What’s your brand message?”
“This is my life,” said Emily. “And it’s a good life to have.”
I went back in time
to stop a girl from breaking up with me.
But when I saw us there,
hugging and teary-eyed,
with a look not unlike relief on our faces,
I realized I probably should have gone back to kill Hitler instead.
This is just to say
I’m breaking up with you
from William Carlos Williams
But I am so bored
and my new boyfriend
is on his way