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Okay, haven’t we seen this movie before? It’s the one where Rocky goes up against that big Russian dude. But this time, we’ve got Jackie Chan squaring off with Rocky, which, honestly, might be a decent fight. I’d pay Netflix to host this one – it’s got to be better than their last debacle with…
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Morning usually brings hope, so I continue to wake up earlier and earlier. Night has the greatest despair, so I toy with the balance at 3:30 AM. I have always sprung to wake at this time, even when I was married with “kids nestled upstairs in their beds.” Now that the kids are gone, the…
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“With every breath, with every silent prayer, I embrace this fall, this existential dare.” In the depths of a void, where shadows stretch long, I speak to you, God, with a heart heavy with song. An emptiness vast, where no light dares to gleam, A place I’ve known before, a recurring dream. Rock bottom, they…
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Luna, I’ve been an idiot. Not your garden-variety, forgot-to-buy-milk idiot, but a premium-grade, head-stuck-firmly-up-my-own-behind kind of idiot. These past months, especially this week, I’ve been about as present as a ghost at a party – technically there, but not really making an impact. Our talk today hit me like a cold shower at 5 AM.…
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Not every line’s a poem, Not every post spills secrets. Value’s in the try, not the hit. No fixed price, just the roll of the dice. Poems, secrets—same deal, The cost? Your courage to share. Economics stripped bare, Trading on old, worn coin. I crave your words, your presence, Now distant, like touching through…
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“The stock market took back a little today, and the gambler in me shoved shares into quantum stock. Monday’s highlight: Trump’s swearing-in, MLK holiday, and football. But all this celebrating after every play? Junk.”
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“I’m in love,” I declared, And dashed to reclaim the smile I’d hidden five years ago, out of sight. Through the debris, under boxes labeled “Mistakes,” Past the gadgets, the broken dreams, Each with their own hollow promise. Was I really so blind? After digging through the mess, I found it, That smile, slightly worn,…
BB Grey--musings 