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Category Archives: Thoughts

My thoughts, ramblings, and pontifications.

Crisis of sorts

There in the jars on the shelves amongst the specimens rests things; things that are more than not not kept but instead even more forgot and never more than least remembered and that till the light of a setting scene lays them out in pink and auburn hues in alien silhouettes dancing to music you […]

Wanna Be

You just wanna be a woman playing with a bow and arrow; you have been a temptress. In fields I smell desiccated flowers, poppies crumble under the laden gaze of youth remembered. Under trill and drummed beat query comes: “Did you really want?” Yes, I did and I do. How could I surrender? How can I […]

Protected: A Step

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A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part III

The saga continues.  Beasts of the most horrible ilk shall be slaughtered.  Damsels of the most beautiful flaxen hair shall be saved.  Interlopers will be crushed.  Heathens will be burned.  The righteous shall prevail.  Well, not quite.  This is just the third installment in a bet I am both bound to win and lose (since […]

Protected: Hello, you.

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A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part II

This is part II in my bold, audacious I tell you, attempt to scale the vast queries levied by Matthew Yeager. Do you go to movies alone? Yes. When eating out, do you prefer, in general, to face the crowd or the wall? The crowd and preferably with the wall to the back.  You never […]

A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part I

In one of those of wholiest [sic] of pursuits, I recently stumbled upon, rather metaphorically of course, a challenge, or more so a request, that I know not how to resist.  This challenge?  I am glad you ask.  The challenge, simply put, is to answer all the questions posted by Matthew Yeager’s A JAR OF […]

Mullions

Some days there are really no words for things I am thinking.  You just got to avoid trying to go see through the mullion and instead push on through the transom to get anywhere outside of my vexed mind.  But when you get those two together, well, you got yourself an understanding of a mighty […]

10 Pounds and a Chunk of Nothing

This week saw me shed some ten pounds in under twenty-four hours.  Without nary a fever or otherwise symptom my innards basically completely shutdown.  It may be obvious but it was not the most pleasant twenty-four hours I have spent at home.  And even some three days later I am still wobbly on my feet as […]

Rules

I am a person used to rules, a person comfortable with creating and living by rules both real and perceived.  Since my childhood I have created a large collection of rules, even collections of collections or systems of rules as it were, to describe not only how the world around me operated but also to […]