Twisting and turning on this roll of a sphere I rotated upon. Cool as iron after the sparks were lit and somehow the heat goes on. Succulent to the bones roasted upon the metal spick, Sticky are the juicy thoughts after my mind rolls over into it. A cog in a buolds the machine, aContinue reading “Revolver”
Tag Archives: Saturday
Choked on an Apple
As I scrolled through the bits of web mindless but overjoyed with the feeling of not being alone, I giggled and wondered if my friends would chuckle if I passed because I choked on an apple. Saturday, October 29,2022, 10:16am
Dreaming or Not
I’ve been reminded, through the experiences of those I’ve had the pleasure to interact with, that there is always a bit of doubt in whether this “real world” is the dream or if the dream is the “real world”.
Familial
How many varieties of families are? Honestly depends on the definitions your willing to accept.
Rolling in the Grave
If you’ve ever read Thomas Hobbes, “Leviathan” it can only be speculated how he would react based on the events of world as of late.
Ghostly Passing
It is often in time of discontent that a person may realize what they truly want and need. Rarely is anything ever the wrong or correct choice but there are always consequences.