among the clouds.
Within the cumulus comfort,
sun kissed between the vaporless
arroyos.
To welcome the morning glint
and praise the setting
magnificence
somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow.
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A spattering of rambles from the banal theatre in which I act.
The Vortex
- Mr. Rippy
- I am a little of this and a little of that. Dictating nuances and stymied rants, I am a contradiction wrapped in a conundrum.
"They were both superb creatures with pulpy, bright, pointed tongues and mouths like round warm plums, a little sweet and sticky, a little rotten."
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- Dead Aid
- The World is Flat
- Fingerprints of the Gods
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- Collapse
- Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
- Mutant Message Down Under
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