Rev Dare Cloud
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In two weeks, I’m having surgery on my right wrist to cure the tendonitis that plagues my guitar playing, typing, and various other things that are “wristy”. A month later, I’m doing the same on my left wrist. I’ll be awake the whole time with only a local anesthetic. Neat. This will put me out…
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Hate makes you impotent, Love makes you crazy. Somewhere in the middle you can survive.
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Gibberish is so much easier than storytelling, yet I tell stories with my gibberish.
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It’s poetry I write in my porch swing, then I go crazy.
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None of them. Meeting other authors was the biggest mistake of my writing career.
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It’s poetry I write in my porch swing, then come inside and do a lot of other things.
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Let me know what you think in the comments. I really don’t want to drive to Ennis. -signed Laziest Paranormal Investigator OAT
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This movie has made over a billion dollars. No one truly gives a sh*t what I think.
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I’ve only participated in the whole open mic scene for a couple of years, but I’ve attended regularly for at least fifteen. Most of them consisted of pearl-snap shirts and cowboy hats. Lots of blues and sad stories about the one who got away. Big, bearded, husky f*ckers with tales to tell. Let’s set the…
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This is the best one I’ve got. So far. Enjoy! It has been two years since I recorded the original version of Black Cat Thicket Blues. I was running on a deadline for the Tumble Bleed anthology and the song idea hit pretty late in the game. Now, two years later, here is (what I…
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For the next hour, I’ll be livestreaming. Jump in, say hello, ask questions, tell me to FO, etc. Who knows what I’ll ramble on about? I hope it isn’t lame or nasty. Let’s find out together, shall we? See you there.
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My neighbor is a mid-20’s Hispanic chick; newly divorced with a toddler. She’s a teacher, and somehow drives a Porsche. It’s honestly none of my business. It’s morning, therefore I shine. As they were making their way to their vehicle, the mother announced my presence; asking the little girl if she wanted to tell me…
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Maybe I miss Tom Petty? I think I just had to get it out of my system; like a fart or a burp. That said, I apologize for the smell. Regardless, I wasted all my morning magic on this, because I failed again at Black Cat Thicket Blues five minutes later. Remind me not to…
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It’s a rather chicken-heavy night, but I know a lot of folks love Popeye’s and, locally, freakin’ Whataburger! It affects me zero; I’m allergic to chicken. Doing this for you guys. Stay safe. – Rev.
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I won’t add the sound, but I know you remember it. That’s not the point. Also, Larry Hagman was blind. That is all.
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It just slapped me like a pissed off ex. Another forgotten memory. Boy, all it took was one mushroom trip during the pandemic, and those repressed, traumatic flickers blind you unexpectedly! This one? I’m lying on my back in a soaked field. The morning South Carolina dew is nearly ice. I was in boot camp.…
The Gonzo Wolf 