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What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable? First off, who’s the buzz kill who designated it a conspiracy theory? Maybe they’re a psy-op. Trust no one.
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Triple digits; half-passed nine Arguing for days between passed or past Do you get it? Enough said Shut up and read, nudge & wink See what you did? No longer poetry? I know one or two who’d sway you to their definition for a handie-j Or a bowl; they weren’t dedicated to the shtick Just…
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Your weekly dose of snek.
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How do you deal with uncertainty? I wait until I’m certain.
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I’ve been following this guy since the pandemic. Freedom at a price.
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Hate makes you impotent, Love makes you crazy. Somewhere in the middle you can survive.
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I’ve discovered a 70’s Playlist that won’t go away. I heard this song for the first time ever last week, and I can’t stop listening to it. I’m also deep-diving ELO and CCR. My goddess, what have I been missing? I’ve loved Tina since Mad Max. This right here is the power, my friends. I’m…
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What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult? Adulting is a frame of mind. There were times I felt more of an adult at age seven than age fifty-two. Most forget there’s even a switch. Yesterday, I was a childlike musician. Today, I’m grocery shopping. It’s a choice from moment to moment.
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I miss living in the wacky southwest!
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Gibberish is so much easier than storytelling, yet I tell stories with my gibberish.
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Which is the best restaurant in your city? I’m allergic to chicken, turkey, eggs, fish, seafood, and mushrooms. My wife has Celiac disease (gluten free or slow death). The best resturant in Dallas is Company Cafe on Lowest Greenville, since they can accommodate 90% of our dietary restrictions. Other than that, my own kitchen. I…
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I wish I had a porch swing big enough to hold all 29 of my followers. The sun is setting in Dallas. It’s incredibly hot, but bearable. I’m not the biggest fan of The Rolling Stones, but they’re doing the mood right. I’m half tempted to retrieve the acoustic, but I don’t want to move.…
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Space this one out over the weekend.
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It’s poetry I write in my porch swing, then I go crazy.
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The Gonzo Wolf 