Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, August 4, 2017, 9:45 a.m. Let’s say I want to get in touch with you. The options are endless. It doesn’t mean any of them work. I could send you an email. You would likely do what I often do: um, delete, delete, delete, save, delete, delete, delete … Then I …
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High Above the World Where No One Cares
Marvin staggered out of bed, stopped off for a leak, and advanced boldly into the kitchen in search of a swallow of water to combat the cotton mouth. Gaining coherence and mental acuity, he applied the fundamentals of coffee making to his machine and retreated because nature was beginning to call, and, sometimes, in …
Nightrider's Lament 