Thursday dusk arrived slow

Don’t waste your time coz I already did! Quick reviews of the gaps in our apps, human technology. 8 1/2 I disagree with this headline, you’ll see. Letter never sent, part 4 bTake what you need and leave the rest. 7:41 pm cool air finally as we wait on Chicago style pizza with onions soContinue reading “Thursday dusk arrived slow”

“fourth street”

a dynamic that can raise or lower the energy in a room. If they begin every sentence with a negative message and then try to diffuse it somewhat, it is likely that negativity prevails in their life and carries over into work.

Birth parents

Even for adoptees who were placed as newborns, this can create adult adoptee issues that leave them with a sense of grief and loss toward their adoption, often mixed with joy at being placed with their adoptive family and sometimes even guilt that they feel sad about missing their birth family.

Villa Real

The system is based upon ten (originally nine) glyphs. The symbols (glyphs) used to represent the system are in principle independent of the system itself. The glyphs in actual use are descended from Brahmi numerals and have split into various typographical variants since the Middle Ages. Etymology theintercept.com/2019/06/22/cbp-border-searches-journalists/ That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose nameContinue reading “Villa Real”

What you give away

my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…

The mind-made body

The largest trades can be gamed — to no one. while just around the last bend, he ripped everything up to start over again. a cry expressing an appeal for divine help. This tariff on your soul for a culpable nirvana hosanna, a mantra, no one repeats anymore. a cry expressing an appeal for divineContinue reading “The mind-made body”

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore. Never stop looking over their shoulders. Is that any way to live? I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years strugglingContinue reading “The Specialists”

The smell of smoke

Ashes to Ashes We all fall down In quantum mechanics, the uncertainty principle, also known as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle or Heisenberg’s indeterminacy principle, is any of a variety of mathematical inequalities asserting a fundamental limit to the precision with which certain pairs of physical properties of a particle, known–or unknown. Deadliest Fires Some say theContinue reading “The smell of smoke”

The week of those who were born

This week is a busy week for people whose birthday is or was February 22, starting with Zookie, who has known me since I was born or before I was born if it is possible to know collective consciousness then well yes, Zookie would be on that list. I never called her because I couldn’tContinue reading “The week of those who were born”

The Lie Brigade

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis    The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak. The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead onContinue reading “The Lie Brigade”

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap.”         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”Continue reading “The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2”

Waukegan

We talk too much, Miranda, her feverish sister Sasha said, in her low voice, no secrets come out without silence. I do. Somehow I’ve come to believe that the last thing a writer or any artist thinks about is to make himself comfortable while he’s working. Perhaps the discomfort is a bit of an aid orContinue reading “Waukegan”

by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress

Tuesday’s gone with the wind 4:44 started All these devised interfaces for me to write what I know for the immutable time capsule, the diaries of not a mad woman despite the claims by others who shall remain faceless at this point in time as this is just a platform trial and entryway error momentum:Continue reading “by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress”

The Math of Story, pt. 2

Or the continuing math of the continuing story. the deep dark motion an expanse that happens to come and go  unpredictable, since the emotion attached to the action or inaction beckons  self-flagellation, mutation, abomination. But today that is not the way I feel or think perhaps it is the sunshine perhaps it is the adherenceContinue reading “The Math of Story, pt. 2”