the_ great_ escape
Time is a horse that runs on the heart, A horse, without a rider on a road at night.
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Dragonfly in Prosebox Shorts
Had to give an eulogy for my dad. It was at a church my grandmother attended and raised her kids in (she had 8). My dad stopped going to the church when he became an adolescent, but my grandmo...
Upgrade in Prosebox Shorts
I’ve been working on a different journal entry that is near completion. In the meantime, I will type a bunch of Prosebox Shorts in attempt to catch up. I had a Samsung Galaxy S20. After two yea...
Eh in Dreams from Another World
I remember walking out of work happy. Glad to be off. Going through the double doors, like heaven’s gate. Then, I woke up. Damn. It was four mintues past the hour! I was going to be late for m...
Treebeard in Prosebox Shorts
What a shame. They cut down this massive oak tree to make way for another business. It was a behemoth. Had to be at least three hundred years old. The outer texture on this tree reminds me of ...
Nobody Really Wants to Work in a Factory in Prosebox Shorts
The current administration, as well intentioned as they may be, actually thinks we can compete with future factory workers like this: And they outnumber us 3 to 1. We need to stay cutting...
