Just Sunday

Every theory I hear and then read steers me to lead me in a different direction and sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or going, sometimes I just feel like throwing up. if the truth is out there it must have taken many shapes and forms. Even the fine print has fine print, you…

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The Lord and Co

Plugging into the electronic tap which gives me a little of automatic chat and that is good enough, but enough about these intermittent conversations which mutate into psychiatric sessions because we each have demons that unravel us at the seams and the internet with its emojoes and memes is the place to let them escape…

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In the pixie chair

There is at times a great sadness which falls upon me and though falling it seems to rise from below me to slow me which blows me away and that is the way I cope with it. The origins must be from the past and they are as far as I know, which is about…

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Lesson #311, from the sermon on account.

If you’re drinking, thinking your cup of sorrow’s bottomless, it isn’t, tomorrow’s always another day and who’s to say it won’t be better than today. some say, ‘get with the programme’ stop with the flim-flam, pull yourself together! whether that helps or not you must remember you’ve always got hope…

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