"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
When's the last time you had a heart to heart?.. ......and with a stranger at that?.....Recently?Not recently?Never?...When's the last time you had a heart to heart by reading only?With typed words only?An infinite, clairvoyant session with a writer that you may be familiar with or may have just stumbled across?... Recently?Not recently?Never?...Well,if you keep reading,let's …
Has anybody ever told you,"well, fill in the blank, you are kind of like 'one of a kind'." ...Well now, now.Let's pump the brakes, but my attention - you have.The stakes are now, officially, raised,and,for clemency sake,even if you are not talking about a specific person,what other 'things' in your brain are your 'one of …
My dear, little future ghost,I could feel it creeping up on me...not the death thing - per se,but the things I could not change and had to let go as my soul gave its final nod....And it is a strange feeling as this happens,right, lil ghost?To those of us that are aware...*Mandela Effect*aware of the …
Which hand is the ball in?...Left or Right? ...'Handy Dandy'....You have a fifty/fifty shot at guessing correctly,unless the person controlling the game decides to be a wise guy/gal and hides the ball somewhere other than their closed palms..But this is not greasy Las Vegas strip magic to us that are playing.And the look we give …
Liminal. The transitional feeling that washes over you when you are in between places or experiences.endless...Most of these feelings are associated with an abandoned or vacant atmosphere, a disconnect from reality, a fluid or sometimes neglected aesthetic from the past or present.endless... The waiting area between one point in time and space to the next.endless... …
I got to thinking the other day on my commute drive home,(dangerous - I know),on a Wednesday at 4:23 p.m.,laid back driving on a two-lane country road,and you know what -everybody wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to die,and I find that premise strange yet comforting after the oddness of accepting it finally …
Vernon,it's written all over your face,no matter which environment you are in.You wear it and they know it and they gaze into your eyes when they stand in front of you and never break away because......the connection of your baby blues with their tired prism'ed varieties......them feeling the same way but scared to express it …
They will no longer let us live in peace anymore,will they?Some of them.Most of them.Where the truth no longer sets anyone free,but,instead,the guilty elitist escape (unless it was one of us peasants),and the devil continues to roam around like a roaring lion,and the demons grin and feast and dance,meanwhile, the sacrifices forgotten -all for what?What …
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