When I’m old and gray and lounging by the fire I will think back on that day, of things the man said, and couldn’t say, {maybe} and will it be a turning point? Well, course I hope I have much better things to look back on, but I do believe that testimony had a bunch of threads that once pulled have a great potential to … Continue reading A Penny For The Old Guy
First thought – historically I think maybe this administration is probably going to go down as one of the most openly corrupt in American History. The most nuts, the most alternate universe ape shite, the most lying, the most kettle meet pot boondoggle to drive any rational mind crazy. I mean, at times I’ve almost wondered if the man they call president actually views his … Continue reading ‘Sure we’re not just dealing with a bunch of nutters, sir?’
Ever since I was very young I was honest. Now, by that I mean I didn’t know how to lie. I always felt afraid of being caught in a lie, or my voice, eyes, tongue would give me away. My sister, now she got the, I don’t give a shite what you think I’m getting away with whatever it is I want DNA. She is … Continue reading How I Became The Family Weirdo
I had graduated from BealArt, 19 years old and the future was so bright I had to wear shades. After my recent escape from dinky Dodge for the ‘big city’ (or how I thought of it back then), I was footloose and fancy-free, at the top floor of this 3 storey walkup in Old South with my girlfriend. With its ’70s orange shag carpet which … Continue reading A Walk Thru My Old South
All of us can fall for it, I suppose due to this innate need to connect the dots, package everything up with a nice little bow, make the chaos of the real world seem to have some higher meaning, give it all some sort of gloss of reason. Thing is, life is messy and nothing is as straightforward as most would prefer. In real life, … Continue reading What Lies Behind It All?
I really have no idea exactly when it happened, this new truth, this sense, of knowing, of freedom from longing for it since high school, this completion. I was reminded of this though, last night and again this morning, of a shift that has taken place. That one, you know, the one. The Richard Bach ONE, of names intermingling, of new perspectives, new ideas, that … Continue reading Ideas That Made Me Less And How I Changed That
With its grand tower soaring high above the tree line, it has always been an iconic landmark on the cityscape that surrounds this village on all sides, having embraced it almost a century ago. When my Great Aunt Helen stepped through those doors it would have been in the final years of the 1920s, perhaps early 30s, and what she learned within would take her … Continue reading Touching The Future
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Sitting here in my nook, listening to music, incense going, chillaxing on my 4 day Family Day weekend, and its Sunday so the village is quiet. The sun has poked out a couple times this morn, so that’s a rare and welcome treat as well. Spent the last couple nights hanging out, drinkin’ a few beers with a friend, listening to the odd meowing every … Continue reading At The Heart Of A Sweet Southern Woman
So I’m yesterday morning waiting in line, picked up some groceries, when behind me approaches the guy who had just checked out before I got there – suede coat, wavy dirty blond hair to his shoulders, probably late 20s or early 30s – so now we’re both waiting in line. The cashier, TK, after he left turned to the woman at the lottery side of … Continue reading How To Ruin Your Day For 30 Cents
This may seem surprising, but I have a tendency towards more conservative minds, which may seem a bit strange coming from me. Now, to be clear, a conservative as in reserved and not one to grandstand, grounded in nature and spirit and not one to latch on to crazy ideas, conspiracies, and such. My family back in Dodge generally were conservative, as in what was … Continue reading The Cost Of Losing Your Way
That pervasive amorality at the heart of everything that surrounds that man down yonder continues to take up way more of my time then it should. Which is more or less one reason I figured I might as well just write about whatever I learn, you know, for it to have some higher purpose than driving me bat-shit crazy, day after day, week after week, … Continue reading How To Snow A Mad Hatter
That mound of humanity had been a desire of mine for years, and fear of being so far away from everything I had ever known lured me, and so I spent 6 years within that gigantic multicultural opportunity driven metropolis until I met Tim. What he found was a sad and lonely drunk wallowing in her grief, I was an easy mark, and so began … Continue reading Setting Free Those Captive Seasons By A Lake
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