Category: blogging.
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Damn, I forgot what I was going to write about.
Do you ever do that; forget what you are writing about? I just did, and I thought it was important at the time. My error was straying to Facebook and getting into a conversation there with someone who knows nothing of what is taking place with our military. I’m sorry, I think our military should […]
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An Uncomfortable Situation, Dealing with Death.
I find myself once more dealing with death. The past few years have brought more than one sad occasion into my life. I find with each death that it doesn’t get easier with time. It used not to bother me. It does now. Being uncomfortable with it at this stage in my life is odd. I […]
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Update on the book: Predator; the Man Who Didn’t ‘t Exist
Well, I’ve just passed 516 pages. I think I will hit 600. It was not, and is not, my intention to have written the book that long. Is simply a fact that in order to cover the material in a fashion I wish to do, it will require a large number of pages. There are […]
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I often wonder…
It is true, you know, that I often wonder about who plays what part in each of our lives. Who are we to one another, really? What mystery do we all share? Do we really exist? I suppose that last question is an easy answer. Every time I miss the nail and smash a finger […]
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Chapeau Cabosse’
Chapeau Cabosse’ A shadow fell across tanned and wrinkled brows slicing off the collection of brittle grey aged eyelash towers towers hidden as the battered cloth above did lower cutting shutting out the air, shutting out the light revealing hiding the skin from view, from sight a thin cloth of felt born ages past in […]
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Spam has been giving me fits.
Just a note to everyone following me that I have been overrun with spam. I think I have it sorted out. So, I apologize to anyone who wrote a comment that might not be there in the folder because of the garbage that was corrupting the place. Your comment might have been deleted along with […]
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TWISTED Section Four Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO The three dwarfs found themselves stumbling through a heavy fog on the slopes of Desperation. “I don’t suppose it matters to any of you but,” began a voice tinged with a bit of sarcasm. “Are you complaining about the mist again?” another spoke from somewhere in the moist film that surrounded them on […]
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Twisted 3
Rescue parties went up rarely. They did so only to satisfy the frantic pleadings of family members who sought out the missing and most of them had remained behind not being brave enough to search themselves. The hunters went reluctantly. They went up old trails that were well worn by the many boot-covered feet that […]
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BATTLE FLAG
Battle Flag The battle flag snapped and swung up to fly in the wind Above the post on the hill that even God had forgotten about back then Rifles swung up and pointed out and down across the clearing Searing rounds were sent out for the human shearing A burst returned ripped holes in […]
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BOOK — TWISTED, Page Two 12.19.2015
Surrounding the valley were mountains named Desperation. They were so named for the disease that drove some of the colony members to attempt escape from the valley. These runners, as they came to be known, would leave quietly but hurriedly, turning away from family and friends and rush into the rain that pelted the mountains […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 