writing
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Coked-Up Hummingbirds
Happy Sunday all! Let’s give credit to the name and go absorb some good old vitamin D. Besides, it would undoubtedly please Sheryl Crow, and isn’t that what it’s all about? Does anything form the perfect epitome of the crossroads of annoying and dangerous more so than bad drivers? I’d prefer not to draw the… Continue reading
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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
Dread Poets Sobriety 