Category Archives: the way I feel about it

doubting revelry

Excuse me for my wayward attitude. You see I missed seminary ivy. You know there are such things as libraries; encyclopedias; or a sleek swift perched on a line, trilling, while watching the river slide by. And how do you … Continue reading

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can’t stand anybody anymore

blame went first to the engine or whichever robot built such a shoddy piece of crap or the automaton college humorless vegetarian pansies who were clearly unfit for designing anything hot because of being stoned on Mother Earth who is … Continue reading

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what a twisted web

best thing about the internet (for me) is being able to post/publish words I compose, be it something for free or something for sale; juicy little couplet or a novel-length work (I’ve yet to manage to finish – but I … Continue reading

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to all the how-to vultures

Briefly do the doors allow a light to show an escape is possible on a twisted road poison fruits flank; thing is they cast a scent that allures and peddlers assure they are answers constructed for the sake of helping … Continue reading

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I can’t be the only one who sees it this way

Now I see why so much of the writing advice out there bugs me. First of all we get the tone of authority that none shall dare question – which if nothing else is enough reason to question. But I … Continue reading

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patience, patience, nah

am I the only alien consigned to this plane that goes gaga over dictatorial dimwits who happen to know a few words, who were handed a microphone and who wear sunny cantaloupes equipped with lips since robotics is our destiny … Continue reading

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rewording the previous

there really is something to be said for a set of stuffy moral standards because most of the fun in this brief life is the engagement with immorality, so when everything is Okay… man it’s a tough one. Puritanical community … Continue reading

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