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a new year is except for all the ways it isn’t. and then some.  now let’s burn bridges, and see tomorrow what the sky limits it’s not the fall but the stopping  i meant yesterday; what map is built on the capacity of flight? not in my territory; or maybe now it can be one thing leads to anothers’; it’s all up in the air. the sins of the son are grandfathered in – they don’t smoke ’em…

Actions speak louder than words; which makes sense considering that Action is a word, and all actions are verbs; so by their nature to enact them is to say them. The only way speak loudly is to act softly and carry a big shtick – not too subtle, but slick enough to worm in their ear as one bad act, hard to follow. By which I mean understand as audience, not respond as follow. To say it another…

Living’s just a chasm Of broken up things Pulled down in the heft of sky That never breaks the blue  To black of space Latitude Words have a way of being Exactly what they’re not Meant to do as the territory needs A map of lines scraped together When you don’t think about it And drawn out when you do Meaningful to you And differently to not you  He she it they them  And you, now…

MoonglassesAlbum : crawlSong : 03 84 bpm4/4 time, F# minor And this time with feeling… 00:00 The Stage You’re driving a convertible with the top down. Denim and sunglasses, leather seats creaking as you thrust a steady line across a map of the Mojave. Not another car in sight. No people. No animals. Just you in a car, tires warm on a road that’s seen only barren sun since the burning…

This entry will be written in a single pass, without alteration, edit, or update. What would we have done? Revised the chalk blown hand-shaped on the inside of a cave? Maybe. But not this time.  I regret what we have lost.  Separation. Distance.  In the modern world, we are a click and tap away from one another. There is little chance for me to wander into the wild and scream to the extent my…

Heroes are the biggest jerks – not counting the times they’ve actually helped on the one hand, or not on the other one needs to tally the collateral; damages without hope – ‘cuz everything’s in shadows cast by the villains, and their henchmen? watch out, they’re not just fodder, for the hero doesn’t care about them; he doesn’t bother to learn their names, as, mortified, he sees this, and…

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I look up to you and I hope to see me, But all I can see are the things I can’t be. Not quite yet, not right now, not just as I am; I follow my guide, just a lost little lamb. Help me out? Earthly Designs by Dee I create and sell a mix of family-inspired designs on Etsy. Help support the site (and my little baby’s milk addiction) by shopping at the shop! It’s 5am Somewhere – Onesie This…