oct 1 in idea barrages

If I was a narcotics cop, I would train “undercover” drug sniffing dogs that aren’t, like, henched-out German Shepards but, like, nervous little poodles that no one suspected of being a narc. Catch ‘em off guard with Officer Puggles.

I often reflect on how, in the months after my dad passed & I was isolated in my grief, writing for Flash Fiction & Utica Poets was all that kept me somewhat sane and how… my dad taught me to be a storyteller so… even in death, he left me the tools to deal with his passing.

Your Jefferson Airplane cover band that only uses Ren Faire instrumentation will be called Jefferson Stagecoach.

From the perspective of the gardener, she trims and prunes the roses to spread and preserve beauty. To the blossoms, however, she is the literal devil, raining down capricious death and destruction for reasons they cannot comprehend. This is? They’re both right.

Sometimes I consider all the wonderous things I could’ve had if I didn’t always back off when I’m not 100% certain. I’m blessed with an overactive imagination that allows me to live most of these things out but… there are a few where that gift just makes it hurt worse yet.

Faith, belief, these are powerful tools for others but not so much for me. They demand an outcome in a manner would end in heartbreak or my zealotry. Hope yearns, hope strives and strains but also braces for impact. Just like me.

If you are turned on when you see people worship an inanimate objects, is that a fetish fetish?

I’m used to being disappointed in our culture but there are things you can only learn from the ambient TV in a doctor’s office to disappoint you but… Young Sheldon is still a thing? Heebie creebie.