"New laws state that you cannot leave your house if it's raining. New statistics suggest that rain makes your clothes wet. Here is billionaire expert, Doc Greedy, owner of HAARP Weather Modification Systems and main-stakeholder in Hane's Linens. Today, Doc is urging Americans to go buy as many pairs of underwear as possible... Before the… Continue reading The Year was 2045
good people, how are we today?I am at the crossroads of groovy and endless fascination of normalcy to return once again ☀️ just like a walk to the coffee shopor local retail store to let them knowI care … and I’m glad there is beautiful weather. I’m glad there is any weather.To be outside is… Continue reading take a lil TRiP
It’s like who I am is who I be when I’m walking the talk, yet who I am afterward, must call up to Whom. Four fits mid dream late last night, I’ve got Saturdays to take out for lunch, Tuesdays to revel in philosophical relief, Wednesdays to consider four-fifths of probabilities. Fridays, I take in… Continue reading hp instinct
I watched a video this afternoon describing the trope of the ‘dumb blonde’. Makes me feel all that more relevant. Shucks, intelligent. A character who manifests throughout the decades - growing from silverscreen stereotype to glowing gal next door to more. More than a bombshell or a joke-worthy corner-stone to be moved around, it made… Continue reading Marilyn Mansfield
Thought I saw your name etched up on my tree, Looped in sweet conjecture, spelling along with me. Decidedly of my own accord, transmuting pause along the shore. and yet an offer to move on, and yet to linger seemed choice strong. until that day you waved that I was on my way into the… Continue reading when the circus comes to town
With intentions to help, I do nothing but kill. I fill up with air, and give up my ability to feel. • I forget about reality, I forget about trust, I tell you I am sorry, I am so very sorry, I must. I’ve let go of your hand, I’ve come to terms with our… Continue reading Puppet Act
She is the Bluest of roses and truthful to me. The Vivre to my Axel of guttural Joie. She’s like the sound-wave that caresses thought, Fills me with melodies and reminds me of dreams forgot. She’s like the trust I place in composer to play the hand instead of fold her. Like a letter I… Continue reading About the Coy in Hues Standard
“Now, I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking.” — The Tin Man PROJECT NON-ARCH: 🦋 OPERATION CLOWN SCHOOL 🤡🏫 my 2nd book will be officially published this Friday, 9/13. In honor of the release of this long form prose poem dedicated to my expansion past & through subconscious mishandling, I will be clueing… Continue reading Wizard of Awws Programming
there is a golden road, celebrated highway, between the dance ‘round the sun of night and if you smile shouts amiable to follow the sunshine woven catharsis of delight. everybody poses for flashes to glance and diagonal jigs to skip with grin. a cross-section of a two-step and the surroundings noticing she’s with the awes… Continue reading see that girl
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