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Soul Spooning
“There was such an attraction it pulled me completely from my physical being. A touch would ruin the bond, a whisper would scatter it away in the wind. It was the bare soul, that amazing soul that carried so much joy. The searching for that touch, aching, and empty, a yearning for… soul spooning.” –…
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Redux 2020
Candi-dates Here we are, about to start off another round of prognosticating, evaluations, and overall turd-throwing. The targets, candidates have already begun to line up, some declaring their need for sadistic disapproval officially, while others lie in wait for the eventual deluge of nastiness. It is a sickening submersion into the soup of psychotic shortcomings and…
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They Didn’t Come for Our Guns
They will come for our guns, they will ban your right to protecting your way of life… The right has used that term and similar ones for decades. The fear of thy neighbor has always been the bootlace that ties all of the angst together. In an almost cult-like manner, the zombie voters of the…
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The Howell’s
My Gilligan’s Island Mr. and Mrs. Thurston Howell III, today they would have been in the one percent financial bracket. They are noticeable in the list of passengers as the only couple, They represent my codependent issues, and among other things my gluttony and flair for excess at times. Not completely destructive, that aspect of…
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Ginger
My Gilligan’s Island I recognized Ginger, I had seen her act in more than one time in others, and even myself. She was my ego, and my Bunsen burner of vanity, she was the fat kid growing up who never could take off the mental fat-suit even when thinned out. To thyself be true, another…
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The Professor
What can you do with a coconut? The part of the Professor started piping up right after the Skipper was finished. Apparently one thing a coconut is good for is knocking someone out for awhile, the Professor almost had to be restrained in this discovery process. He knew something was wrong with the boat,…
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The Skipper
My Gilligan’s Island The term fateful in the lyrics is almost lost in the rhythm of the words. It wasn’t lost on me when this little peek into how my head works showed up either. After checking to see that the passengers survived, (so far I think they all have,) the first person you want…
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My Gilligan’s Island
It almost has that 60’s nostalgic feeling, a tale of a fateful trip, the lyrical opening trapped in a loop running on track B. Insights and epiphanies come to you when you least expect them sometimes, they come when they do, they aren’t on a schedule. So when the latest dramatic event happened, it left…
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Lemmings Don’t Get Mulligans
If there is one thing these last three or four years have proven… We don’t elect politicians, we elect head lemmings. There is a scale of gradual growth incline, one generation raising the next one up. That scale was lost somewhere in this digital age and a few generations were systematically, and sacrificially skipped, or lost.…
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Human Climate Change – Life’s Hurricanes
The calm and quiet belie the danger, a temporary reprieve, a chance for action or an extreme lesson in patience. Crawling out from whatever devastation when it is all over on this day, going forward into the next awaiting the storms once again. The analogy to life itself painfully accurate, the reminders all around. The…
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Russia and the White House
I went to a grade school in Seattle named John B Allen. It had and still does to this day an air raid siren mounted high atop a tower in its northwest playground’s corner. We used to hear it every now and then growing up, a ominous reminder to the past and an even scarier…
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The Children of Fears
Castigated, chastised… reeling in anticipated consequences. The once great populace curdling into fetid chunks of mold. This is no more than an infantile reaction to various inputs..en masse… Trying to dig down into the bedrock of us these days is impossible. The constant accumulation of muck is too slippery to be caught up in the…
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Life Refracted
We are beings of light caught up in a corporal form. When light is refracted through a prism it’s many layers are made clear. Life itself bends around time and thoughts, and when refracted, the clarity of those layers are beautiful to see and are more honest than one would care for at times. In…
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Words
Angst-igator: Someone who revels in displaying their indignation to instigate an argument.
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The 20%
An unanswered question, well not exactly, it has been asked plenty of times and the replies I get are always treated 50/50. I had looked for the better part of 35 years to find out what was wrong with me? What was different? I could see it, and I could sense it and felt it…
Tempests Follow
Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the Cat.
To write to me is to explore, from the very top to the deepest core. That part human sometimes unseen. Compiled of the many things, that show themselves in acts and words. Such as kindness that is returned. So take to heart one soul am I, though heartfelt are these words of mine; To approve or accept not, is yours, like mine… Simply a thought.
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Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the cat.