"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
* if it is hard for you to take a break from our current reality and listen to an open minded opinion of what a single soul sees and feels and reflects on in his present parallel, then this post is definitely NOT for you. Let's begin... (also, it is good to be back with …
I looked into Santa's eyes while he looked into my son's,and,the glimmer was differentthan what I rememberwhen I was young.In awe,my son looked at the red velveted manthat all money bearing parents rally behindandforce the little ones to watch on screensand push the little ones to believe -a myth of hopeandgoodwill to submerge ourselves into …
Hey,you knew this day was going to come and it sucks to have to sit here and type the things you are about to have to read and dissect and reflect on for the millionth time in your life.It gets old - I know. You expected this type of unselfish gloating from your inner being …
- THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC INJURY PICTURES - - VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED - Let the longest week of my life begin... Thank you for being here... My story within a story. Thursday, March 24th, 2022 - 6:30 a.m. I had arrived at work on time and was looking to start a productive day. Things …
Continue reading "“Don’t Look Down” : an unfortunate allegory"
I'm going to start out by saying, "if this post offends you - good!" If this post does not offend you, then I say, "Great! Even better!" Right now, at this present moment, some of you are finding yourself at a crossroad. You are reading the scrolling newsfeeds and witnessing miraculous events combined with the …
I feel like ...something... is in the air ...and... I do not mean the ...something... that currently haunts ...us... Some would say it was ...nothing..., others ...something..., ...and... I'm left thinking if ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for them is the same ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for me ...and... truth be told, it's ...not... ...Everything... quietly depends on …
Upside Down - a fictional story about a guy who finds himself torn between the present time and past memories of a deceased lover. Will her memories keep him from the point of no return? She can only hope so. I give to you my first short film. A fictional script of heartfelt words spoken …
This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere else to turn to. The people who have three figures or less in their savings account, much less checking. The people who see more light …
My second born son - where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
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