Monthly Archives: September 2013

the dogs

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the dogs perplex most; first hits a pang of pity for the ones the elements rule and seems they need buddies; so breeding says shelters would be the humane move but they would be…

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better:3

I spent the majority of my formative years in rural America. Growing up in a rural environment I became quite intimate with the concept of Chores. Chores, having to do chores, taught me some very valuable life lessons. Without doubt … Continue reading

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better:2

the whole adventure with the novel came along because of the attraction to these self-publishing opportunities out there. The original preference was to self-publish poems and short fictions and those in-between things I was throwing on here. But then I … Continue reading

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better:1

About the dogs: there’s nothing I can do. I wish I could do something. But there’s nothing I can do. Life’s gonna suck pretty bad for the stray dogs around here. However, I’ve an inside source who checked out the … Continue reading

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all out

if they didn’t have so many gorgeous women but they have so many gorgeous women while buffoons reign and apes who learned to blather the word Civilized blunder bloated and froth and scum the streets over which stroll all these … Continue reading

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getting one big dose all at once

I guess I’m getting an inkling of what it might be like to be tempted to hate an entirety because of the acts of a few who are ruling that entirety. It feels good. It really does. But the latest … Continue reading

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somehow they go on

always knew the stage behind the curtain would have to wear all gray overlay for the facade never bothered with makeup and for that at least a nod or shrug is owed yet a drawn magnetic power that always knew … Continue reading

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