Tag Archives: purpose of life

The Fight

Clouds embrace the stale night, whilst all around a frigid sight, lingers with perpetual might.   Emblazoned by an eerie light bodies cold and tired fight, With hammers, forks, and sticks tonight, for an eager task that hath been chose. … Continue reading

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I Have a Memory Lodged Deep in my Brain

I have a memory lodge deep in my brain Of a time when I could do no wrong. Now I have a hard time doing anything right. When did the change happen? Was it something I did, or perhaps what … Continue reading

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Shit

Shit, fuck, crap; here we go again. Whiskey and coffee make an odd combination. For someone who pounds the typer, however, it is a necessity. The whiskey, much like Lethe, is essential for the mind to wander from reality into … Continue reading

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One, Two, Three, Four, Here We Go!

One two three four here we go. There was a love that was lost, what is love. We sing about it, we read about it, actors play the part of the loved and lovers come and go. Love is everywhere … Continue reading

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