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Delivery
I am not in favor or against the government; I just work for them. Hell, let’s just put it bluntly—I am owned by them. It’s not all bad, though. It’s my job to deliver tax refunds, among other things, so many people are happy to see me. Of course, it’s also my job to deliverContinue reading “Delivery”
Better to Have Loved?
I don’t normally post on a Sunday, but since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought I should put out a “love poem” of sorts. Anyway… Happy Valentine’s Day.
3 Great Tips to Care for Winter Finches
Untitled Poem
Always Believing, Constantly Deceiving, Ever, Forever, Grieving; Holding Implications, Just Knowing Lamentations, Making Numerous Odd Provocations; Questionable Reasons, Sovereign Treason, Understanding Valiance, Waning Xistence, Yet Zealous. I would love some comments on this one. I’d especially like to know if anyone notices the … shall we say “theme”?
Do You Remember the Time…?
When you try to recall an event or you are asked about a time from your past, why are some memories more easily recollected than others? Significant memories are tied to physiological and/or emotional reactions. If you want to make memories that last, you must make as many connections as possible, whether visual, physical/kinesthetic, auditory,Continue reading “Do You Remember the Time…?”
A Poem for Christmas
Angelic messenger addressing the blessed Mary, aware of the heir she carries in her Womb. There’s no room for whom is proven to be our King. He’ll end dominion of sin and then we’ll sing Of his glory. We’ll orate the story Each year, cheering “It’s here!” but we’re Drifting. Sifting through gifts, not upliftingContinue reading “A Poem for Christmas”
Merry Christmas!
Zak playing “Mr. Claws”
MEOWY CHRISTMAS!
Mrs. Claws would like to wish everyone a Meowy Christmas! MR. Claws is busy playing with a toy mouse and can’t be bothered.
Victim
Beautiful art, without a signature, Spider, Be proud of your work. Why do you hide there? Ashamed of your creation, the role you’re born to play? Do you mourn for the victims of the lies you convey? Knowing that you’ll trap them empirically, Feeding on their flesh, vampirically, Just like you did with me. CopyrightContinue reading “Victim”