My bartender’s dead and I didn’t say goodbye. He was a nice guy. Ken. Knew his stuff and took none. He was shot to death by local police. I just up and quit on him one day. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. No one really wants to stop do they?Continue reading “My bartender was killed”
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The Guest
I am a guest on your Earth Floating in between letters and sounds Not quite wanting to land on any particular set of words. I have a human body but I never quite seem to fit and the people are confusing to me. I hear them speaking but it’s their souls I listen to. TheContinue reading “The Guest”
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