. . strolling through a concrete jungle of no particular latitude or longitude kicking empty cans that should have been recycled a long long time ago I guess It was inevitable
Falling into somebody’s worn out Sandbox, I came across several rusted out buckets. These buckets were filled with dreams. Left behind in haste to escape a decline of suburban rote living ---- would be my first thoughts. . . impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams Behind? Is it because we are...
I have a barista friend coming around today. That sounds so hipster twatish, and it is. It so is. But, the thing is, I tried to make a coffee this morning and the coffee machine began to shout at me in its mechanically disparaging way,
"You're doing the wrong thing, do another thing, just not that thing!"
It bellowed out in that long, drawn out, monotonous drone.
"Whaaaaat? What are you trying to say coffee machine?"
I press the button that makes him shut up. Then, in a moment of bravery I decide now is the time for a second...
Is not one becoming tired to the bone of listening to these group hug save the planet people who live in the shallow waters of life who's research on this serious subject is as deep as a dried out pond who's belief in looking at the for and against is a five minute sound bite between fifteen minutes of advertising on a box in their home or going on the net watching agreeable documentaries on scientific computer simulations on climate change
Our Autumnal Years... Twas a noiseless evening, save for the plashing of rain against the panes. The air was choked with a summery mugginess as it fought the shivery breeze of the coming winter. Autumn was the buffer zone between the stifling of life and its inevitable wintry death. Now was the time to behold the orangy sunset of my life. As I recollect my Spring birthing and Summer, I do so with a smile and wet eyes. Now is the time to behold indeed! The lambent rays emitted from my precipitous visage still illuminate the world around in hues which electrify the senses of those who...
My life has been on hold for years. After my divorce then falling in love with someone who claimed to be available and wasn't in so many ways I was actually in prison. Even after the divorce we lived together for 4 years while I attempted to save my family home. But the financial world doesn't like self employed people.
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...