Snow. Piles of snow. Drifts of snow.
Trudging past the grave yard.
Can't ride a bike in deep white snow.
Headstones buried in white.
Trudging, just trudging.
Can't help thinking this is all
just a metaphor
but turns out it's a life.
Faux Fu
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- "Intelligent, Renegade Ears!"
- Best to Find a Healer!
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- Pain.
- Note by Note!
- Lord Litter's Magic Music Box International!
- The Ultimate Chicago Guy!
- "Be Like Water." - It's Complicated!
- Strength in Being Soft!
- Nasty, Un-intended Consequences!
- David Mamet - Political Imbecile!
- Billions and Billions and Billions
- Where You are To Go!
- A Really Good Writer!
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- Mainlining the Pop Culture Zeitgeist!
- Voices of the Dead...
- Body Work!
- Where Does the Pain Go? Ancient Chinese Secret!
- A Strangeness Realized!
- Trudging Has it's Consequences
- Worst Sort of Nonsense!
- Deep White Snow
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