Thursday, March 19, 2020


Weaving words into a truth incapable of being unwound when finally viewed from far enough away to get the contextual, impressionist image, fervidly latches primeval paws to the headboard of any problem and pounds it until it passes out. Hate those words when they slap you around and call you names. When you stop, though, all that pulses through your agitated brain is how to make it happen again.