poetry
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In A White Room
Anyone who has ever been in the hospital knows there is a tendency for you to feel exposed and vulnerable. Wearing some flimsy robe likely made of tissue paper and those tiny slipper things that cover approximately 1/3 of the bottom half of you foot, it’s hard not to really. Happily I’ve not been forced… Continue reading
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Bestiality Notwithstanding…
When you ask people what they miss most about their childhood there are many responses. The usual include; free time, no job, meals prepared for you, zero responsibilities etc… Personally, I find myself ocasionally longing for a return to naiveté. Technically innocence really but I was hard on myself even before I knew I was… Continue reading
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The Mist
A fantastic short story by Stephen King by that name is the first thing to come to mind. I’m not really certain that a two hundred and fifty off pager qualifies as short but that is a different matter. A relatively faithful film rendition was also released, I liked it well enough. Unfortunately neither of… Continue reading
