Monthly Archives: August 2017

careful with these

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
The revelation remained in hiding until simplicity declared they should observe caution and care no more and whatever happened to the upcoming tale’s primary character would have to be his or her trial or…

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those rascals in the ethers

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
suspicions insist on bending the shaft so the arrow points to a notorious culprit known in layman lingo as that sly revelation breed given to nibbling a mile by night and in the day…

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nothing else but practice-practice-practice-write-write-write

Originally posted on Come To Timmy:
Uptick in fortune must on the horizon come and raise the fountain from its junior era sleep. How about a near afternoon plan; and agree to recognize no stinking group. Seek substance from not…

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there is no conscious meaning in this piece – I’m just trying to get back to the freewheeling style I once knew

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Thorny thoughts arrived en masse and set up a veritable sea of tents as though to show those within the fortress their hopes and prayers would avail them little but fleeting moments of escapist…

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I Can’t Do That but I Can Do This

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If I wasn’t such a poor poet I’d make a generous donation to LibreOffice. Unfortunately I’m a poor poet so I can’t make a donation to LibreOffice. But I will do this: pass along…

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another escapist creation

Close your eyes and welcome the festival that never concludes but now and then rests as the colors and the musical feel sense and dance best when evenings are cool letting cubes clink in glasses, kissing you. Tasty treats emit … Continue reading

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saturation

I guess anything ought to be fair game. I say so after experiences expressly designed to drive men bonkers. They entail rabbit holes. They know their cute noses and twitches and whiskers are explicitly irresistible. Thank someone managing the Universe … Continue reading

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