Zero. He sat next to his campfire and from the light of it looked at a blank page in his notebook. Zero. Zero, zero, zero, ZERO . Nothing. Zip. Nada (okay, technically he said that already but not in Spanish). His mind was as blank as the page and as swirling chaotic as the smoke rising
Pure coolness, Maso! (But I had to look up and see what a pantoum was... )
I've always been told you were sent to prison as punishment, not for punishment...
After pausing for a moment to deal with the necessity of re-tying his boot laces, it occurred to him that he tied them completely by touch and without looking. Wow. So he really did have an aptitude after all! Heh, God knows he had been wondering what his was long enough. In search for aptitude over the years he had trie
Keep on Truckin' That's the plan, Kelly! The beginning of true intelligence often comes when one sees how little of it one actually has. Then b
Thomas was always my favorite disciple because he thought for and had to see for himself.
Aesop said: One hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away
What he knew about Politics he could put in a thimble, he was thinking for no particular reason as he walked along an empty stretch of country road. And what he knew about Religion, if Religion were made of cotton, wouldn’t even make half a maxi-pad for a field mouse. And Art! Art! It rhymed with fart… Hmmm, al
Here's a question I want answered: how'd I miss this gem? Thanks, Maso -another good 'un.
Thanks Maso, Kelly, Buddah...just my little tribute and remembrance to that terrible, dark, eleventh day of September, 2001.
He was awakened by the peaceful sound of two identical Mourning Doves cooing in the Sycamore tree above him and heralding in a Brand New Day. He had taken the previous day of his journey off to rest and to reflect and to remember. Of course it had thrown him a day behind in his travels and day behind, a day lost, was a day forever gon
My dad always ate Product 19 when I was growing up.Not that that's the point of this story or anything... ...as good a point as any!
No job, no commitments, no troubles, no worries. VINCENT So if you're quitting the life, what'll you do? JULES That's what I've been sitting here
silky and smooth and sweet like good chocolate should be. I can't wait to hear this one on virtualpoetryreading.com !
Hang in there, Bro. You can do this thing.
Happy Monday! Monday's a good day when it's past tense. But happy Monday anyhoo, Kelly. It is amazing what we can put into our bodies without even being aware of what we're eating. bad enough what we are aware of, e
He sat on the curb on the shady side of a small country store reading the side of the cereal box he was eating ( sans the cow) out of. It told him: INGREDIENTS: MILLED CORN, SUGAR, WHOLE OAT FLOUR, WHEAT FLOUR, RICE, DEFATTED WHEAT GERM, SALT, HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP, MALT FLAVORING, SODIUM ASCORBATE AND AS
Oooh, good move! Get the hell outta there. Too much trouble in that space! I like to think I've gotten a little wiser with age, Buddah!
I can relate. Thanks, SC Hmmm...this is very interesting and I think more common than we would like to think, in most writers. I think so too.
After several false starts, he finally got down to the chore of returning his backpack into some semblance of order. That is, until he came across and opened up his note book. He began to read. And read. And read some more, using his backpack (that he was supposed to be tidying up) as a back rest against the trunk of
Strange the things we hold on too. I have a poker from my aunt's fire place. She's been gone since 1979. Funny. All those happy memories of her and yet the only tangible evidence that she ever existed that I possess in this world is a goddamn fireplace poker. strange. But still. Hold on to that hat.
Still traveling with you. Hang in there Kelly! Maybe we'll learn something useful along the way.. I understand why people do slow down and look but must say I'm not one of them. Me either. Once you've cleaned up a shitty, bloody mess, You're just not real interested in seeing another one. To wit: He had witnessed enough destruction in his life time, albeit it had bee
hehe...isn't everything. Yes, I believe it is Kelly! I really like the biker quote. I'm putting into my collection if you don't mind. Certainly Maso, as I don't own it. (But even if I did you could have it, lol)
whip me spank me make me write bad checks...
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