Inflamed ego’s, inflamed tissue, muscles, and inflamed senses of outrage upon watching the morning grocery shopper stroll into the store with their bed-hair and PJ’s
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The Mystical Train Ride
“The Mystical Train Ride” A Short Story *** I knew her, from where, I wasn’t sure. But I knew her. That I was sure
The Silent Apocalypse Upon Us
As most an insouciant fool who won’t or can’t attest to the insanity of what is before them…and yet every one of the non-insouciant who
The Wait Station
“The Wait Station” A Short Story *** It was a day of no temperature, neither hot nor cold. I was floating…somewhere. It might have been
Sunday Baroque
“There is nothing with which every man is so afraid as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of doing and becoming.” ~
Saturday Jazz
“Don’t think money does everything or you are going to end up doing everything for money.” ― Voltaire *** The Hot Sardines – “French Fries &
Dispatches from the Asylum 