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There ain’t no difference between me now and way back, sixty years ago; I’ve always wanted to know it all, taste everything..

We went into the woods, and camped a couple of days, wasn’t much to do, not much to see. The trees were big, and the creek wa..

That half peach moon, like a tilted cup at the end of the road I’m traveling slips naked through a thin cloud on her way down.Her b..

A Dr. I did not know walked in and looked toward me, walked over to her, did a few things and looked down at his watch. Without any c..

When the lights go out for good and the few still left have returned to tribal roots in the ruins, the academics will dance in ..

It should come as no surprise that water turns dirt to mud and when we walk through it, our feet get dirty. What a mess! Or t..

Sometimes, when you catch me rapt, it is because in my overactive neural-net the phosphorous ions are bouncing along on an imagined ..

I have committed suicide several times by now but always seem to live through it... Suicide by love Suicide by children Suicide by a..

On the other side of this wall, cold waitswith teeth bared and a sneerwhile I can do nothing to hold it at bay. Erato sleepswith back..

The cars my father drove would wrap themselves around curves and we barely noticed the centrifugal forces, unlike the slippery aluminum an..