
My Grandpa knew Smokey
My Grandpa knew Smokey the Bear. …
My Grandpa knew Smokey the Bear. …
This is not a swear, no name in vain, or an exclamation. Christ is my life model, the measuring stick of my shortcoming. Over my lifetime I’ve watch the words
Slides by. That’s what time does, slicker than snot from a Boston terrier’s snoz. Looking back on all my stupid, and it’s a ponderous pile, I give up on worrying
Dreamt about a friend last night. Like so many friends, I haven’t seen him in a while. Its been well over ten years since I shared the same physical space
For the first time in my life, I see it coming. The end is near. The rats have begun to eat each other as they fear to lose their existence.
Lived a dream for six weeks. The dream is on pause today. Today I got up at 4:30 am, packed my lunch, had a protein shake, filled the thermos, put
Used to be that I believed in the power of will. I wrestled with the thought of being able to die if your will to live was in full vigor.
“He do the walk.” Dire Straits. That’s where humanity finds itself. The soundtrack at the end is just that as “The Walk of Life” echoes through the barren shelves of