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  1. Feeling froggy.


    I had a frog in my shoe.

    No, seriously... I went to put on my riding shoe, and something moved. It was not scorpions ( I'm sure that was your first thought; mine too...) or a large moth (about that size, shape) but a small tree frog.

    * Boink-* and he was gone, somewhere inside my truck.

    I felt bad. You see, I had driven somewhere far to go riding. I'm sure he was from my yard (...had to be) as I had right-before leaving retrieved my shoes ...
  2. supreme court

    I am so disgusted today by the circus of the Judiciary Committee Hearings regarding the allegations of Judge Kavenough sexually assaulting Dr. Ford. I know that this is an extremely complicated situation, but I wish the senate could have avoided these public hearings. Dr. Ford didn't want to testify and Judge Kavenough lamented that it couldn't be taken care of behind closed doors. The implications for these two by-standards and their families will follow them for years to come. How fair has ...
  3. Choice as more than just a Powerful Word

    I was thinking today from daydreaming ideas on what it means to have a choice, and here is a short sort of profound post on why political policies should be studied from that standpoint.

    I always thought choice, was the magic word that had profound implications for freedom of will. If anything, to choose how to live and to choose maybe the reasons on why to live a certain way. Who determines that? No one does, that is why I think people should have choices to choose from. There are ...

    Updated September 30th, 2018 at 07:50 PM by Theglasshouse

  4. No more...

    There's no more tears, a dried up well,
    your fool for years, living in hell.
    All those words and broken promises,
    sugared lies and empty dreams.
    Broken, defeated, alone inside my mind,
    silently banging on a prison wall I find.

    Ignored and hidden deep within,
    to those grand delusions did I cling.
    Numbness reigns inside my broken heart,
    Empty, dead, no more tears left to shed.
    Hesitant to voice my growing fears,
    this is the life ...

    Updated September 25th, 2018 at 09:27 PM by H.Brown

  5. White Boy Winston

    Or, AKA "Pink Like Me".
    But, I'm not white. Or pink. Or anything. I'm a friggin' person. One that resents labels.

    This month is another one of those "National Hispanic Heritage" month deals. My wife used to be Catholic. They have this silly calendar with all the "holy days' and "ordinary time". Well, with Identity Politics, they're all Holy Days now. Father, Son, and The Holy Pigment.

    I do look white. But my grandmother ...
  6. For a hovel of my own........

    Oh what I wouldn't give:

    For a hovel of my own.

    The word "hovel" :
    The word itself conjures up images of dirt,filth,living in squalor etc. it might, would probably, be little more than a dump.
    When I googled it I got this...... "a small, squalid, unpleasant, or simply constructed dwelling:"
    I like the second part of that definition.
    Small, maybe not quite so simply constructed I think, would suffice, but hidden, unseen, to be

    Updated September 23rd, 2018 at 09:14 PM by dither

  7. Hit Me In The Face Nicky Jam & J Balvin

    Do me favour everyone could you tell Nicky Jam and J Balvin to hit me in the face because I am black and gay, because i wanted to live a fantasy since I was seventeen and now I could not because of some Colombian Man wanting to hit me because I pissed him off in high school and now my whole family thinks I am messed up. I need help. I just wanted to be in the mainstream so please tell these famous Colombians that i am gay and I am proud of it. I am just a man from Canada that needs so attention ...
  8. Meeting death and Mr. Peril head on


    The best thing to do is to freeze, not panic.
    He may be running right at you, but you can't get away. He's faster than any human.
    He could tear an arm off.
    He can bench a lot, too.
    He drives a fast car, and it's very shiny.

    Maybe if you just... never mind;
    he would kill you, anyway.
    Perhaps a gun? That would do it.
    You could wing him if you're feeling generous.
    It's more than he would do for you.
    But then he ...

    Updated September 25th, 2018 at 01:33 AM by Kevin

  9. Another Update #MoneyUpdate

    I am still on the quest for that $500 million, I will be telling you guys that I am a starving Ethiopian with $500 million, seems I should be going back to the days when people used to make fun of me for being Ethiopian. People care about that a lot. So the only way for me to make any sort of cash to be as vulnerable as possible, no Ethiopian man has ever thought of that before, I don't think anyone from Ethiopia has ever had the courage to do what I do. So let me tell you that I will be on the ...
  10. Give Me A Chance

    I would get on my knees for every Asian man and woman, I am from Canada, I am east African, I danced in the middle of the high school soccer field because I love every Asian man and woman from every corner of the globe.
  11. Trying to Sound Out Morality

    The strangest thing to me when writing was realizing that, potentially, morality does not matter.

    It does not matter whether a thing is good or evil because people don't really care about that unless they, themselves, or the people they truly care about are being directly victimized by it or directly threatened by it.

    Case in point, some people glorify, idolize, or lionize mobsters. These are particularly cruel, brutal people. They tend to have their own codes, ethics, ...

    Updated September 17th, 2018 at 07:17 PM by kaminoshiyo

  12. Got home from work before dark.

    Only thing better
    than a moist Medjool
    is Medjool mixed
    with almond in the mouth.

    I noticed your haircut.
    It reminds me of Dido.
    She is so... She, and so are you.
    It is a painting, and
    a warmth. Always, this
    other, this Female
    simply amazes by being.
    I am the moth.
    Where did you go?
    Ah, picking the basil.
    I won't snack anymore.
    The eggplant, grilled,
    smells delicious. ...

    Updated September 14th, 2018 at 02:38 AM by Kevin

  13. Friends Mom has inoperable stomach cancer * Share

    Friends Mom has inoperable stomach cancer

    "No one is taking the initiative to help Lorraine. She has stage 4 stomach cancer that is inoperable. Her days are numbered. There is a lot in life she has not experienced. She has raised me and worked two jobs up until her illness. She Has always provided the best life she could for me. She is loosing her home due to defaulted mortgage. ...

    Updated September 14th, 2018 at 01:13 AM by shedpog329

  14. LURK

    So, I'm still randomly popping up whenever I get the chance. Just haven't been posting. Relationship work have been kicking my ass.

    Been thinking about posting more again, but there hasn't been much to say. I do come around to read random shit, but I haven't had much motivation to reply or comment on anything. Hopefully, I'll come back to the competition stage (even if only as a judge) sometime soon.

    Here's hoping y'all motherfuckers are taking it easy. This motherfucker ...
  15. Seco y oscuro


    The Arroyo Seco, despite its name, has water year 'round in some parts.

    It goes underground in others.

    Late Summer, earliest part of Fall, last official day in fact...

    I had made several fast crossings, the water splashing my ass. Only my seat protected. The momentum helps to get across and up the other side. The trail is rough, and my bike's bear bell rings louder, the faster you hit it.

    I was approaching another crossing ...

    Updated September 11th, 2018 at 06:13 PM by Kevin

  16. like a tourist.

    How strange life [moods and feelings] can be. Yesterday, for the first time since I went to buy my cbd capsules, I don't know, four five weeks ago, I decided that since I wouldn't be able to get to my favoured Asda store on Monday and I had to get my capsules today [ yesterday actually. Saturday] that I would do my weekly shop in the local Morrison's and that would have to do and so, bright and early, having got home from work and killed a couple of hours, off I went to Barkton.

    As ...

    Updated September 9th, 2018 at 01:08 PM by dither

  17. Early riser

    Too much sun,
    way too much,
    I see her most days,
    an early riser, too.
    Some days, agitated,
    others, walking as if a plan.
    Her hair...
    the un-died roots
    have grown out
    to the ends:
    Amadeus wig,
    or Einstein.
    The chatter is there- she speaks-
    and no one else.

    One day a man was there, beside her. Her hair was up, arms were crossed, and
    she walked calmly.

    The next day ...
  18. YAAYYY!!!!

    I am coming to England guys! I am going to act like a fool there! Wait until you see me skipping and leaping in Trafalgar Square. YAAAYYYYY!!!!! I am a retard from Canada.
  19. Mariko

    She sells sea shells,
    millionario estates by the sea for millionarios.
    It was very nice to meet you. There was a loneliness.
    May you find what you are looking for.
    A million grains of sand wash by each other in the tide, sparkling.

    I am just a worker.


    Updated September 6th, 2018 at 05:12 PM by Kevin

  20. The Fish Doesn't Know It's Wet

    I recently tested out my new pellet rifle, mainly to check the accuracy of different weight pellets. I set up a chronograph to measure speed, and a decibel meter as well.
    The rifle is Turkish, assembled in Arkansas, with a Chinese scope shooting Czech pellets.
    I know this is geeky stuff. Don't judge me.
    Seriously, there's a formula to determine the"knock-down" power of a pellet based on it's speed and weight. If I ever decide to dispatch a rodent, I want to make ...
  21. I've become a real Canadian

    So guys I have decided to become a real Canadian: being the goddess of Love and Beauty told through a man named Demerius Benjamin Jones. I cannot take my culture anymore and so I want to make everybody on earth feel damn good by reading my work The Aphrodite. I am Ethiopian-Canadian and it's about goddess for me!!!!! WOWOWOWOW.
  22. The rhubarb myths

    I have been told that rhubarb becomes poisonous in summer, by more than one person. One of them added ‘Something to do with the oxalic acid content I think’. I was pretty sure it was not true, and when I checked none of the reputable sources made any mention of it, but what they all agree on is that one must stop pulling leaves in early summer or it will weaken the plant for next year. It is true, as I know from experience, I try to grow more than I need so I can force some or go on picking into ...
  23. Well, tough: you can't live without them

    Like you say tomato,
    I, tomato
    but deeper than potato
    and ever the problem:
    I hand dig the
    morning sugar,
    palm a partial scoop,
    and that puts you.

    "It... is a crystal-", I plead,
    same as pinch of salt,
    okay between fingers,
    but not the sugar...
    which puts you.

    Goods for gooses and ganders
    are of a different stuff.

    So now
    I will shake the bowl, ...

  25. Speak Your Truth


    “Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
    ― Franz Kafka

    Speak you truth.

    No Excuses. Just Write.
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