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Did You See Her? (6)

[“Another drink?” Janis asks. She has the bottle of tequila in her hand. “Did you see her (ROM Random)?““Who?” Asks Janis.“Her?” She shakes her head, no.“Never mind.” Seven answers.]Summer fog exhales breath and wing,wanders around a feather coat call outside, … Continue reading

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Time Is a Single Flutter (5)

[“It could not be,” Seven shakes his head as he whispers to himself.Janis returns. “Are you, okay?” She is carrying a Green Fairy and stops in front of him.Seven sighs, “nothing that another tequila won’t fix,” he pushes his pony … Continue reading

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Breaths of light, Blue wisp of wind and regale (4)

Shadow of myth and murk ubiquity, light and dark adduce each other; recurse isolation impression (memory). Shake cup, click dice, clatter and quiver, perpetual present tense pirouette character caricature benediction recognition sequence hash (key) haberdasher block-chain archeology. [She bumps Seven … Continue reading

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A Whisper of the Whistler’s Ghost (3)

Incidental memory, colored glass, fast focus five favor forever pharmacy. The fortress fluctuates–the final, final– last latitude of lassitude levitate laterally lend the lexical leer pear, (saucer snow milk melt) mirror participant prime dime (rhymes) deter disagree designates disappear disillusioned. … Continue reading

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By All Indications, She Arrived Intact (2)

Blue-sky boulevard and green sea the one route (bus) glides interface, shivers, rumbles, diesel spent over miles, concrete, reflective paint. Asphalt ubiquity and texture, time In the lapse pluperfect (pre-past) mythos method enter intermission; pretense insects intersect intent, awhile underground … Continue reading

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It Always Starts in a Bar (1)

Boat tail comic book angel(beta) summer into autumn treble castanets and silver under toe pistol plank the walk willow too fallow and too frequent barley bumps and bluster crisp pause through the window blouse, and wash out the anima mundi. … Continue reading

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I have chosen my side.

Some family, friends, and acquaintances may be upset with my anger toward the election outcome. That is okay. You are welcome to un-friend me, un-follow me, or re-group me. I will not be offended or hold it against you. If … Continue reading

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