It was raining this morning,and while I was walking the dog I thought about that…
Author: David Huzzard
I remember back when I was little, it must have been when I was 9…
I’ve found myselfthinking on death lately.Not in a suicidal way.I have no interest in hurrying…
Driven speechless in a time whensilence will not do. Fabric of reality parts.Devils stalk the…
GW: What’s wrong J? JC: They’re not listening to me. GW: Who’s not, and what…
Millions of voices cried out for freedom,and the universe answered, “Could you please providea definition?”…
It has been awhile since I have written anything and that isn’t because I don’t…
I’ve lived a hundred dayswandering the familiar foreignhalls of home.Questing for new activitiesto alleviate the…
As I try not to think about the drip, drip, drip of our bank accounts…
You can’t call yourselfa critical thinkerwhen you’re so willingto swim in bullshit. Still saying this…
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