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Bury my soul

Take my body and rest it against the mountains and watch the vultures swoop in and have a go at me. Devour me and swallow my skin covered body bag. 88 more words

Writing

Heading Home ...

They were on the roof talking about heading home. But, they stopped in Chicago for a rest. Looking up, there they were – two Canadian geese – heading home as the weather begins to shift, and the promise of Spring waits to burst through the┬ápartially melting winter. 187 more words

Random Musings

The Pursuit of Well-Roundedness

I wish the party down the hall would just disappear. It’s reminding me to get a life.

But also I’m tired and all the cackling keeps me awake. 33 more words

Witches Cackling

The darkness is filled
With shrill witches cackling.
Happy Halloween!

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David Duchovny

I'm Still Standing

by Miles Rost

Blood trickled down the man’s face, mixing with dirt and grime. The flick of the tongue grabbed onto the liquid and brought it into his mouth. 911 more words

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