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I don’t believe I have ever seen a tree dance, either awake or asleep. The title does look impressive, though, donnit? I apologize by misleading with the name. Let’s see if we can earn it, now: The dreams of the … Continue reading →

“Dance to the music!” He shouts, feeling pretty sly. I try to stay stone-faced, but it’s impossible with the groove even if his voice is less than perfect. “Ride, Sally, Ride, now!” He continues. The beat goes on. We watch … Continue reading →

Collaborating would improve me, I know, by increasing my experience, the range of ideas, and the breadth of what I can do. Collaborating would also leave me dependent on others, and that’s not something I’m in favor of. Accepting weakness … Continue reading →

Wyatt at the bar is saying “Not all men,” without those exact words. “You should write about it,” Bernice responds, “After all, women have a right to complain about the experiences they’ve had, and you’ve got a right to to … Continue reading →

I shared my pen with everyone so now it’s got the town’s cooties on it, which is, I guess, a good way to meet everyone. Only now I’m out with the bug and everyone’s afraid to come near me. So … Continue reading →

When the last of the monsters has been eradicated, we will be better off than we are now. We will be able to take on the social issues plaguing us and ensure that our children have the mare’s milk they … Continue reading →

Just after I’d gone up and crapped out all my nonsense this older woman occupied the stage and mentioned the anniversary of her son’s demise. Way to kill my post-performance buzz, lady. “I just don’t understand,” she read, “You were … Continue reading →

Just imagine: If we think as one feel as one share one mind and soul think of what we could all accomplish. If the central telepathy that that science fiction proposes exists we wouldn’t screw each other over – or, … Continue reading →

In a land that I shall not call podunk where a very many will stay home drunk, some rocker in a shop called for suicide by cop, and now is very much a post-punk. See, he died quite a lot … Continue reading →

When I had my existential crisis and couldn’t remember how to do my job (basically, I didn’t get enough sleep and forgot a bunch of computer key combinations, then freaked out), I tried to close my eyes and meditate. Then … Continue reading →