freewriting
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Today…. today, I’m trying not to be as stressed out as I’ve been all week. I’m trying to keep the insanity, panic, and anxiety to a minimum. I’m trying not to feel guilty, unloved, or upset. Rationally, I know there isn’t a need for any of those emotion. They don’t apply. There’s a lot of… Read more
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Recently, I’ve been fairly obsessed with finding expired food. I’ve started to go through Mom’s fridge and the one at the house. Today, I crawled through part of the kitchen cabinets. So far, my victims have included:– Peppermint flakes, that expired in 2017– Rice cakes – 2023– Mustard – 2016– Chicken salad – 2023– Wings… Read more
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Well, I finally did it. I brought some sort of legitimacy to my blog. I actually paid for a two year subscription at 40% off, of course. I am now unofficially and officially a paying customer and part of the WordPress community. What is so frustrating is the process. I started this blog when I got out… Read more
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She knew how she got here. She drove or walked in the night. It was a form of movement. Both are good. The back door was open. Either that or she had the key. She forgot. It doesn’t matter. But, she was here, standing on the discount wooden kitchen floor. Drip. … Read more
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inaction. Deep inside there was a feeling of balance. The immovable object lived inside her gut, her head, and her soul. In her steadfast reserve, nothing swayed her. Chocolate or vanilla? Doesn’t matter. She could appreciate each equally. A beautiful sunset was nothing more than the earth’s rotation and weather patterns. Food, regardless of the… Read more
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He knew her before he knew her name. The ebony hair on the white pillow. The pale and nearly translucent skin. A barely breathing corpse. It was just like his dream. He knew this was why he had studied and trained for years to become a doctor. Just to fulfill this dream. It was her. … Read more
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Do you remember me? I remember you. I remember your smile and the curve of your face. Your laughter was my melody. Your heartbeat was my rhythm. The gleam of your eyes when you focused on me. On me and only me. Or, I thought it was on me. Rather, you didn’t see me. My… Read more
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“The privilege of the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in cases of rebellion or invasion the public safety may require it. Article One, Section 9, Clause 2. – U.S. Constitution. As far as I know, this has never ever been invoked. Well, invoked in the continental 48. I think that says a lot.… Read more
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She checked her watch. It was an older piece, something not made anymore, but still functional. It remained correct twice a day. The streets were empty. The air was bare. She felt slightly disrespectful by moving as it caused little unseen winds around her. She had caused an expenditure of energy that was not needed. … Read more
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