Seven Of A Hundred
June 4, 2019•21 words
I walked today. I walked 6.5 miles.
I visited today. I visited a friend.
Now I'll open the floor to questions.
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Six Of A Hundred Days
June 2, 2019•347 words
I can't write. What is there to say? Maybe it is time to maintain a silent life. To tamp down anger and judgment. To shut the speech of knowing it all. To feel what I've created within me and mourn. To know and understand that there are no finer points to life. Life just is. And I am.
My coffee tastes especially good this morning. Some mornings are like that. Some mornings aren't. This morning and its coffee shouldn't be sipped and savored. It should be gulped and forgotten.
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June 5, 2019•95 words
I'm sick of hearing about:
minimalism
minimalistic approach
minimalists
Trump meets Queen Elizabeth. Trump is thinking..."God, her hair and her skin are so white. She is a great, great woman. I am whiter than white. I am a great, great king."
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. It is 6:55 a.m.. I still haven't made coffee. Just one more proof-test of mental illness.
Our local television station employs a stammering weatherman. As irritating as he is, thank God he's not a surgeon.
It ain't much but it's a...
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