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  • Ezra Pound

    September 27th, 2025

    little big shot….

  • go away

    September 26th, 2025

    the devil and the deep blue sea chasing me, wanting the middle. laughing, I declare, I’ll never be found there….in between…..

  • porter rd

    September 25th, 2025

    around here, it’s never what it seems. I like that. never revealing anything, concealing everything. guessing is my favorite game…

  • dig it

    September 23rd, 2025

    always something, draining issues crop up. creating problems, amusing me….thinking, what’s next….who cares?….

  • redundancy

    September 23rd, 2025

    hit send, repeat. incomplete. yesterday, far away. tomorrow soon to be….

  • never gonna be a better time…

    September 23rd, 2025
    Daily writing prompt
    What could you do more of?
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    recklessly rambling on…endlessly having fun….

  • judgment rendered

    September 19th, 2025

    preconceived notions convicted you long ago. without representation or warning. casually betraying any type of normalcy…

  • to much information

    September 19th, 2025
    Daily writing prompt
    Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
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    topics of disinterest, forgotten memories of the past…

  • changing colors

    September 19th, 2025

    leafs spent, summer went. autumn’s notice, I’m on my way….

  • my version

    September 17th, 2025

    everything up to that point, I must concur. after that you’re quite absurd. natural facts mean nothing to you. crazy love can’t be true….

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