The way you hold the bat when you swing

One could argue that the re-activation of nascent memories is a form of synaptic terrorism. End the reign of the oppressive pattern-matchers! Retvrn to asentience!

The wind is taking a nap between its groaning and swooning and I’m a little anxious that an unexpected vehicle will appear in the driveway past my obstructed line of sight and present a social situation when it starts churning distant leaves

Tear our the old and mud the walls for new paint, but what lurks behind them? Would you want to know?

Shuffleboard Maximus

A baby! A baby! A soon-born child!

What have I done? What have we all done?

Once upon a time there was a dunce who made a rhyme and he was understood but I’m the one who wonders if he’s fine and if I blunder it’s a crime to be the wonderful benign pathetic dumbass with a line or two to comfort his own mind

I’m not bleeding, I’m dripping with sarcasm