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Yeomen poets might be intimidated, the editors apparently at rest, but from what I know, none of the above, then a teeter-totter, a twix yet twain, what about the balance, a stasis of motion, a leveling of circumstance wherein art is not history, art is the future, a sculpture: two people,… Read full post »
do not even idley think of crossing my bow at this moment,. Read full post »
I take exception to callous bloggers' reckless endeavor to argue vague ethnocentric agenda at the expense of grievously harmed people.
The other day, one of the OS resident historians downplayed capacity and range of DPNK's missile delivery system.
Such loosening of the genie's… Read full post »
A man arrives on time and logically senses he will not double his existence, his time on God's green tundra.
he spent a good hour alert to the clearing, his verdant lens of no justification to the false heat of the bright winter's day. Now rain was promised, the salt supply too low; especially after… Read full post »
Things were essentially okay, but then violent winds burst snow out of a fog bank that may have been a cloud swiftly rolling past gro… Read full post »
yo-yo like, the tempurature varied by 95 degrees
snow, icy freezing rain then salty slush froze, melted
winter rain punished the snow cover
I'm not sure of any of it.
Not a day wastes to nether without stumbling upon a hitherto 'unknown' with slick buzz… Read full post »
Gloria Maryann and I packed everything we needed even as the sooty detrital and oily frozen slush on the garage floor would mess up the possibility of a warm and dry ramp to the X-way.
A fanatic NRA operative immediately changes the debate to mental (individualized) illness away from institutional neurosis, away from ALEC's and the NRA's politicized reinforcement of its self-acclaimed omniscience. Watch for ribald continuation of militaristic paranoia and&nb… Read full post »
rain sleet and extreme wind
He backtracked toward the overpass. Snow, fr… Read full post »
ominous clouds battered the horizon
He'd seen most of it before. A seasonal clamor such as a large V. The top of which clamped closed--a deafening stee… Read full post »