It’s like you’re imaginary,
like the name of this place
where I think aloud,
with surreal moments
as if they never happened
I'll write as long as my lines live
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.