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Poetry I write in my porch swing.
Is there anything more relaxing than operating a primitive time bomb?
With coffee. Without coffee was never an option.
Now I’m running passengers. Coupling, uncoupling, glad hands, angle-cocks lol…
Energy.
Don’t ask. Trust me; I do everyone a HUGE favor.
After the flood…
And you’re welcome!
I don’t like cutting them this close.
Something’s Off
Working Joe’s suck. That is all.
Opening Bell open mic had a vibe going on today. I’m not sure what it was or what caused it, but it was overpowering. Everyone was making mistakes, so I really didn’t feel all that bad. At least I played.
Terror: a great way to start the morning.
I guess I graduated from “A Bumpy Ride”. There’s nothing cute and fuzzy about this game.
Humans are the most destructive aliens of them all…
Wait…do we, as an intelligent society, remember how to discuss?
Porch swing strummin’.
The journey begins/continues…
This is a bit of a short, but informative chapter.
Too early for this?
“Family” IS horror. There’s none deeper.
Pew, pew & covfefe.
Music and lyrics property of Gonzo Wolf Productions LLC & Chad Cloud-Miller.
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