Daily Entry #1

Sunday   My head is completely clustered. I guess this is cool or whatever. Half of me is staring down at my phone debating on potentially busting out porn, or just slashing some skin in hopes that my thoughts might silence themselves for a few...

(FR – poetic prose)

Francis is frightened; she frowns — frigid waters of her freaky paranoia. She’s a fried friend who likes to frolic in the fringes of social frontiers,  better a fragile frog in the mud,  than a fraud. It’s time for a new fragrance. FROTH.

Thursday Giggles from Bella

If you start to think I talk too much, just tell me. We’ll talk about it.   Stalking: When two people enjoy long romantic walks together, but just one of them is aware of this fact.     9 out of 10 voices in my head are telling me...

A Wren's Bath

A warm dry day, filling up with sunlight, Swift small brown bird [flying] aura so bright. Descending, landing, playing in the dirt, Rapid wing movement, like eyelashes – flirt. Pale brown dust rises and engulfs the WREN — Peculiar bathing, this...

I've Got Work To Do

After reading "The Easter Egg Eating Contest", and "A Transcendental State Of Gullibility", I'm sure many folks are thinking that I am a cruel person. How could I do something like that to my own brother?   In my own defense, I must say, that I...

Great Grandmother laughs

The brand new bride is cooking for her new husband.  She cooks him a nice ham. While preparing, she cut off the ends.  He just observed. The next week his wife sent him to the store for a ham. After he bought it, she asked him why he didn't have...

An Alphabet in binary code. This and that !

Had a friend over a few nights ago.  We have these deep philosophical discussions about politics, freedom, rights, drugs and trivia.  Just for pure entertainment, I asked him to create a code for the alphabet in binary. I ended up with a napkin filled...

THE SOUND

    I’m measuring my existence through sounds in particular the birds all around. Adept at hiding is the Great Horned Owl, Who, the essence of his melodic “howl“. On the other hand, the Mourning Dove goes Hoo. (I’d die laughing if it was a...