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Amidst lightbulbs and crucifixes on 25th Street,stands still a four-year-old in her white nightgownwitnessing her mother and father talking, yet shecannot hear—her shock makes their voices drown. This little girl used to be a womanwho once dwelt in this little home so long ago.A woman who found solace in a cross, in the stars,in the …
When the candidate that you voted for has major flaws they can’t be returned via the lemon laws Even if you have justifiable cause life is not a VR game that you can reset or put on pause A Tariff is a taxand those are the facts …
Near-paralysis, stomach down on a hotel bed, a belt on my backside till both it and my face turned red. A phone out of reach, you tasting like salty bleach— —your amyl-fueled rage, your narcissism late-stage. Don’t you ever get sick of a weakling gold rush? Don’t you ever get sick of not feeling all …
In America we are: So connected we are disconnected So #Woke that we are asleep So enslaved that we think we are free So busy chasing money that we are spiritually broke So convinced we are true believers in our religions that we are brainwashed So wrapped up in politics that we are puppets …
This is the churchand this is the steeple.Open the doorbut don’t let in all the people. Those who are passing the buckare the same passing shit-talking phrasesabout who and how someone loves and expresses–all before and after uttering bed and breakfast graces. Their one-way golden ticket to Heavenbelongs to the one with expensive, wasteful wheelsthat …
All human life is sacred that’s the dealwe are born with an immortal soul under factory seal Endowed by our Creator with the right to be freealmost 8 Billion of us you and me Hell is when you live in a warzone w/o electricity and water under constant fearthat you won’t live to see the …
It Wasn’t Your Face We had near-passion, and but a few sweetwords, gestures, and otherworldly embraces.But then I once again became cold, and shudderedwhen I discovered what I saw wasn’t really your face. No, really, it wasn’t your face at all. It was a mask. And a rather ugly one at that. Are you trying …
Nowadays online I have to give my consenteven to read the simplest content Which one of my rights I am signing away I have no cluebut what else can I do I just want to surf the internet in peaceand with all of these pop ups I wish they would desist and cease All these …
Photo Credit – Kenny Eliason Gather ’round, my eager students, for today we embark on a thrilling odyssey—a journey where the art of marketing meets the brilliance of Artificial Intelligence (AI). Picture The Social Media Cleanup as your wise mentor, leading you through the labyrinth of AI’s wonderland, illuminating the path to marketing mastery. Together, we shall …
My head was pounding and cripplingone late summer day in an Indiana haze.But you stared at me in the conciergeas if I were nothing short of crazed. Two days of my staring, squirming, and painthat brought you nothing short of joy.A joy that you’ve drained from me in little time,in which I learned I was …