for once, a little write.

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In the calm of a caught murmur Where still is a still worth waiting for One might advance the sentiment That dud rockets can’t wait The…

To placate all I ought,

When the discourteous cameraman at the massacre Went ahead and asked the red-faced, blood-died man there “How it feels”

Come up and see me…

Haiku

There is one immutable condition in every Lifecycle Improv Script— the date of death. The how is very much the product of free will.

After a session with a toxic narcissist

The mind is the laboratory of the future

The gears turn, the pennies drop, the smoke pours out the ears…