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“In the beginning was the Word,” and boy, was it capitalized like it knew it was important! This Word isn’t just any word; it’s a symbol, a stand-in for everything from your coffee mug to your existential dread. Imagine, if you will, this Word was there before the thing it represents even existed. Like, did
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Beep. “Hey, this is Fred. I’m probably out dodging asteroids or something, so leave your message after the beep.” Beep. “Yo, Fred, it’s me. Pick up, dude! Freeeeeddd, oohhh Freeeeeedieeee… Oh, come on, man! Alright, fine. It’s me, give me a shout when you get this. Catch you later, space cowboy.” Believe it or
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I just wanted to start writing, but the internet gods were clearly conspiring against me this morning. Here I am, almost 30 minutes later, after Windows decided to throw a tantrum with an update, and the Monarcha Bakery, home of my beloved café tres leches, declared me public enemy number one by blocking my login.
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The 2025 Presidential Inauguration: Where History Met Hope On a crisp January morning, coinciding with Martin Luther King Jr. Day, the nation assembled to witness the inauguration of its 47th President. The Capitol Rotunda, a symbol of America’s enduring democracy, hosted this historic event, its majestic dome overseeing a gathering that encapsulated the diversity, resilience,
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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.”
“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
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