Is a larger ‘me’ the glass and fluid? Half… what? The other half… what else? Empty? Full? Twice as big as needed?
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A 6-second dare
I DARE you to listen to SIX seconds of this and leave me a nasty comment that some undefined stirring from the depths of your soul doesn’t happen
Archetype of American Psyche: THE origin of rock ‘n roll?
Love cars? The Beatles did his songs, The Beach Boys copied him, and The Rolling Stones themselves said, “We stole every guitar lick we ever heard Chuck Berry play.”
When I think back…
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.
My Love Letter to You II
I like to write because I am conceited and like to hear my own voice and read my own words.
Sophie. The Shop. And Silver.
Too aware of her daughter’s self judgment, Sophie’s mother withheld her wishes for higher aspirations…
Feel with Neil 