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Tag Archives: Creative Writing
I sleep with my clothes on every night. This way, I will be prepared for the afterlife if I die in my sleep.
Posted in Creative Writing, Death, Depressive, Humor, Sleep
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Sisyphus, Atlas, and I–tragic heros indeed.
“It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me. A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment of … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Writing, Depressive, Excerpts, Notes
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I am not sure if it is sinus pressure, blood pressure, a brain tumor, or just the mysterious merciful grace of God, but it feels as though my cluttered, sprawling mind has finally grown too large to be contained within … Continue reading
Personal Entry
Posted in Creative Writing, Depressive, Manic, Self Reflection, Sleep
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The Ballad of Pinky and Fonzie
The Ballad of Pinky and Fonzie There was only room for one in that dream, and so he opened the door and ushered her through. Always the gentleman rebel, always on outs while being in, he gave himself away again … Continue reading
1151 Words About Champagne Bubble Lemmings
One thousand, one hundred, fifty-one words about champagne bubble lemmings.
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Age 64; A Scene From “The Life of Andrew: The Original Motion Picture”
[scene] One time during his later years, an aged and weary Andrew sat down at a café on a warm California Christmas Eve. “Is there something I can get you today, sir?” asked the waitress. Her name was Reagan. She … Continue reading
Some thoughts on being square
Sydney Smith (1771–1845), a witty parson, writes the following in his Sketches of Moral Philosophy: If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes—some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong—and … Continue reading →