Big money

All the propane the methane the gasolene and butane, if petroleum controlling us, who’s controlling it? and who’ve ya got to get along with to get a little give?…

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Moveable feasts

Investing in pork belly futures and dressing Haute couture, they’ll end up in Madame Tussaud’s of that, I am quite sure. We freeze just as well as the millpond when the day at the looms is done, the Master goes home to his loved ones and the misery goes on and on. I’m waiting for…

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Still loading

It might as well be written down in hieroglyphs, I’m talking squiggles on the page, perhaps my mind’s a little stiff with age, can’t bend or wriggle through the maze of possibilities. I must be getting older…

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Andes

Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…

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The circle

Sometimes I wonder why we are put here in this place only to face the inevitable and sometimes I don’t…

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