Seventy-Five Cents

I really hate to ask, but can you spare seventy-five cents?
I’m sorry. I don’t have any cash.
Okay, thanks anyway.

Miracle Of Metamorphosis

Omicron opens its mouth

The Absolute Maximum

There is a limit to suppression,
to the resentment swallowed deep,
my dear, you pushed me far too hard,
bitterness begins…

conscious-brain

meta-brain think tank

Long Lines turn Red and Orange

Poetry