Monthly Archives: January 2014

a pressure-free by-the-way

As much as I dearly love the never-ending mystery that consists in the composing of any kind of word works I try to leave a generous berth allowing for the surprise if someone, anyone, out there, enjoys whatever I pen … Continue reading

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2014 #21

The people entertaining themselves with the show the doves performed were cursed with dearth in ability to perceive the micro and the closely akin super-micro speedy frames because the doves pecked near each other and sometimes one dove’s shoulder grazed … Continue reading

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2014 #20

So the doves full of class and a niceness coercion did never feather and without being stoned on etiquette manual rules took turns on the seeds. Doves’ pecks were quick and the art had training in precision so training no … Continue reading

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2014 #19

So the doves were taking turns pecking in the pile. Few words exchanged. Just pecking the pile – pile of seeds on a windowsill, the sill of the window set to a jut outside; humans appreciating dove beauty and charm … Continue reading

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watch that step

Originally posted on Timmy the Scribbler:
a fountain need not be enemy even if it decorates an ivy-adorned lattice’s swaddled and harnessed academy and a commissioned chiseler made funny mythical mugs all around the rim of marble because the tongue…

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so one can only suspect

that those who cry the loudest and use the most exclamation marks – are either too stupid to see what they cry about will not solve the problem – or they are among the ones who stand to gain the … Continue reading

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because

the issue is not going to be solved the way they are going about it and they know full well because all it is is a self-perpetuating cash crop, except it’s street dogs who are generally not at all dangerous, … Continue reading

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