Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Rest
With many a pattered strum and thrum, The silent man spoke with his well worn drum. Limber fingers did tap, smooth nails did scrape. Into me the percussive language did drape. 146 words.
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Vision: I Walked Away
(This vision occurred in early 2002. My mindset has changed since then. However, I still remember how I was then, and will write this from that point of view. It’s dominating my thoughts again, and I write it down to contain it.) Classes were over early for the day. Don’t go to work until late…
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Skating to Nowhere
I don’t have ice skates on. The physics of this world would make them a moot detail. It feels like I’m sliding in socks on a freshly mopped floor. But with a frozen floor. And with leather boots. I extend a leg, and with a sudden movement launch myself into a lazy single salchow jump.…
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Pagan? Me?
By denotation, I’m pagan. By (popular) connotation, I’m not. By hell, I’ve stopped giving a shit. 211 words about one of Keri’s pet peeves.
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The Last Sip
Having my Friday sip of alcohol (rum, today), I had forgotten this was the dregs of the bottle. I found myself at the last sip sooner than I planned. As I held it in my mouth, contemplating the sudden emptiness of the glass, I am reminded of a friend that passed on earlier this week.…
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Completing The Gift
Silly me. To think “completing the gift” would be a simple process of taking ownership. By simple, I mean like taking the car keys from the dealer. “Sign here, and here, and drop of blood here. Congratulations! Here’s your new trinket, fully equipped and ready to go!” Bitch, please. Horatio (as I call it publicly)…
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Dream Journal: 2012-02-20.01
Weaver holds the toy of an adult. Is she mature enough to keep it?322 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-02-18.01
Keri is sick so Weaver is supposed to be taking it easy. Define “easy”.423 distracting words.
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The Hero & The Bow
A beautiful warm day, with fluffy clouds lazily meandering across the brilliant azure sky. The sky held my attention for a while. I have never seen such a color in the heavens. No smog. No pollution. Only the triumvirate of sun, sky, and cloud. “Have they skies such as these, Woman? You look up as…
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The Sunflowers Sing To Me
She sang a song of life and living, of love and loving, of strife and striving, of victory and conquering.
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