Last rites

We live in the moment sputniks and soylent Bikini and Cuba the Bermuda triangle and we’re all looking for that angle that Isosceles patented. The bell rings and we quicken our pace sit and say, Grace, eat what we’re given be thankful we’re living in the moment. And I’ve had more moments that I’d sooner…

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Sunday should be held in Sarawak

I see things like poetry and irony in equal measure, each a treasure store and though I can’t explore it all I nibble around the edges like a hungry minnow in a hurry to grow up. Poverty! gets me going on a rant the greed of those who can’t see the hardships, like the political…

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