Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Language
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Little Ghostly Dirt Girl encourages you to continue to shout into the void. The message may not always make sense, but it is received in ways beyond your limited ability to prognosticate. All you need to do is remain faithful to what's percolating in your belly. So you're searching for Truth and Beauty? Truth is…
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Hey Phil, I don't care you are a forerunner on the Fake News front. Good on ya, I say. You made a few coins, picked up a loyal batch of readers, and pulled one over on those who thought they picked up a few IQ points reading your hinterland dispatches. Though I will never know…
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A fistful of feathers will get us up and over and down the mountain, but all that downy comfort may not a transformative journey make. What's the sense in descending upon a foregone conclusion? We are explorers with our manila envelopes crammed with crumpled notes, extra pair of socks and love of getting lost. We…
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I don't like telling another person's story. Not if I wasn't an active participant in it or given written permission. Reckon it's due to my dislike of fictional memoirs and the scourge of humanity: fake news. I also realize this self-imposed creative restraint is the death knell for a writer. I go back-and-forth on the…
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The Silver Needle Theatre appears when foresight steals the spotlight. She's the only venue equipped to show what can only be seen inside the mind. So here I am in the balcony, watching you speak to a packed house. You are dressed in your best white button down, blue jeans, and grey suede shoes. Your…
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The astrology lady kept saying "Water Barrier" instead of "Water Bearer" when she gave my reading. Dam! "Make no concessions," she warned. "Just eat them." Our dark side defines us? The light shines so we can exchange pleasantries with our fellow shades? What a waste of hard earned cash. Everyone flashes fake images…
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OKREADY It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business. butreallyiblameitonthefactyousaidCRAZYPEOPLE whilewewereinthemiddleofaperfectlypleasantconvo I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking about an equine…
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I have a story to share with you. Will you hear it the way I want you to? It may not matter if you miss the point entirely. I tried, you see. I'm 5 lines behind as I lay out the truth. A true thing resonates within the listener, not the speaker. Meaning gets messy when weighted with words.…
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And like o.k.: There's this particular writer whose work I've read and enjoyed and whom I find interesting and irritating all in one big, messy mouthful of come-one-come-all (talkin' bout chyoo JD). Yeah so, brutha man goes on about fat folks in his stories and he himself is pretty thin (cute, though – I'm shallow,…
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The Filchers don't care. You are just in their way. We're not real to them. Things, though. Things breathe, and feel, and transmit messages to us when we're fast asleep. Take that house on the corner, for example. It whispers a reedy greeting each time you pass by. "Hallooo Yoo." Things know us by how…
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