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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…
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When There Comes a Time
I can feel it myself, the tinnitus like buzzing that is everywhere I go. I am acutely aware of the psychic pain that has been rubbed raw through the opening of old wounds. I am victim and I am perpetrator, I am the cause and the cure, and I along with millions must have their…
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Shattered
I have been constantly going for the better part of three weeks, a slow and deliberate cognizance of my condition. Making notes of the differences between then and now, as familiar as newfound sobriety, and just as scary. I have looked back at the timing of the medication starting, the dates are more a part…
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The Trudge
To walk with purpose, not always with alacrity, not always with the weight of the world, just walking. When I was hiking years ago with my friends, it was all about point a. to point b.. The trail ahead of me my focused task on so many occasions that I often ignored my surroundings. Yes,…
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Surfing the Ugly
It struck me the other day, about the growing fungus of ugly that has encamped itself in daily life. The bigotry, the blaming, the hate and the fears are on display and in our thinking whether we acknowledge it or not. Not simply politics, but the nitpicking and untethered beliefs that drive most couples to divorce…
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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Tempests Follow
Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the cat.