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I wrote this while watching a movie as I sometimes get the urge to do this because I rarely do only one thing at a time except for a few things that demands my concentration. This doesn’t make much sense but here it is anyway. This would probably be better as a poem. How twisted…
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A person once saidThe best of the bestIs what makesPeople want moreIn life than the daysGiven to themOn a dull platter, And yet in the endNothing mattersQuite as much as thoseThings you can’t putInto various sized containersOr glass jars if you’re lucky,But this is a delusionTo think aboutWhen the people Around you crumbleFrom young stupidityAnd…
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The conversations were getting a little stale between us. You know the ones between two people. If it had been food in the refrigerator, I would’ve identified it as bread shoved way in the back on the bottom shelf, behind everything else, because someone in the house has a problem with bread buying. The hunt…
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This is the smallest art exhibit I’ve ever been to on a Sunday, let alone any day of the week. Less photos than more but interesting overall.
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At least a few times a year, I gauge where I am in my New Year Resolutions. They don’t change much from year to year and my ability to attain my goals don’t seem to change much either. I was recently asked how I want to feel at the end of 2024. This relates to…
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The sun is bright.I could not see.The road ahead of me.The lines are over shadowed.I could use the rays of yellow.Like a drawing by a five-year-old fellow.The child is smart.I can’t compare.The sun shifts at his dare.I take shelter.I try to outdrive the heat.My foot pressed down on the street.The car accelerates.I zoom toward the…
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I’m riding the wave of nostalgia for some reason and having dreams about work. Two things I shouldn’t be doing. When you find yourself transporting yourself back to your teenage years, it’s not pretty and quite pointless. I could do without both. Yet maybe because I’m nearing another high-school reunion again, this is the reason…
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