May Day 2004 was when I started my first personal blog. That's why I want to make a big announcement today while I'm not quite ready to implement this plan. It's inspired by @actifit's time limit. At first,

Pretty pimp picture pilfered from the P.I.M.P. profile pic. Please prepare yourself to be pleasesantly pleased as I present perfectly produced prose for the purpose of pimping, as this profound post is

"Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer." - W. C. Fields Kudos to @merej99 for drawing me into a "99 word challenge" ... Of course, I had to make

The tart tangerine was in the hands of the man on the train, the tracks screeching as the wheels passed over. His training had transgressed, so much so that he'd topple over and give thanks for being trampled

There are so many things that I need to post about right now, so you may find a flurry of posts from me. I am currently participating in the very enriching #seven77 creative push up contest, and have been

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The C word Close-minded closeted clowns congregate. Conspire consciously to cause chaos. Circulate contextless conversations. Childlike chatter in closed cells. Collectively confide in coercion. My conscience

Nach einem so trockenen Thema vergangene Woche wird es heute wieder unterhaltsamer! 📚📖 Ihr erinnert euch vielleicht noch an unsere bisherigen Ausflüge in die Welt der literarischen Stilmittel zu den

Today Twisted tales are told torrid OF vicious values vicariously vacated And Piercing Patriarchs passed their primes With the highest Hoarding heady heights, Attacking ashen angels- after the atrocious

The Game Played gamblers, trestle up before claiming your seat at the table make sure the crescendo of your cha-ching overwhelms the cut                      of your bustle fortune will play sleight of

"Even the sparrow finds a home,     and the swallow a nest for herself,     where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts,     my King and my God." - Psalm 84:3 - Yaaay! Another

Salty tears Slither like snakes in summer Meandering moments of madness mused Ratchet heart and rabid tongue retorts Flimflam fluke fisticuffs fought A mirrored mirage manically manifest A parade of psychosis

A rat roams ravaging for rations seeks shelter simmering from a summers storm amongst brush bruised and blushed he fuss and frets until the rain lets then scurries scuttle and skittles away into the darken

Thrusting through the tumultuous tides. Crawling over itself in frantic fire, climbing, ever climbing. Knowing only to grow and fight the element that tried to restrain it’s freedom. Raising clouds of

My friends no longer speak to me. They say that I frequently, present a strange reality. I get accused of heresy. With ever increasing frequency, I’m caught in this grim fantasy, beneath a surreal canopy.