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Pig

Chenry watched the pig saunter off into the bushes. He had chosen as his metaphorm, a Pig-Pen. They were not as common as Bloop-Hens, but

the bright after is a music of laughter not a pinned butterfly or a camera shuttered lie the pure peal of an angel’s bell you

A beacon activates deep in the Unscripted Realms. He can’t find the words – they are jammed up in his throat, and it looks like

That is the first question you need to ask when you sit down to write, and if you can’t answer it in the affirmative, then

the answers not to listen to are obvious the people listening to them are oblivious they have plugged their heads into their error and have

He bent over the book, cracked it open, broke its spine, and started to go to work on the meat of it. It wasn’t pretty,

i walk home and i am rapping along the way i have plenty to say trying to be constructive amidst the destructive political dumpster fire

Stringing stories together. I like pouring drops into the bucket of my shared universe. I know I have written before of how I would love

‘There’s an antique shop that I used to go, and I am not sure I can find it anymore.’ ‘What do you mean, Thomas? Did

Am I a dirty liberal? I am not party affiliated – that is for sure. Am I entirely permissive? I don’t think so. But here’s