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Thoughts For Sale

No-one truly knows what a moment is worth. The movie's not over till the credits are run. Life will never be fair for time has no conscience. ...and then we rip their wings off. Plastic, silencer of the pocketful of nips timpani. The dog looked as if it had been used to dust under the bed. A feral cat stared into the abyss of hunger. John G. Lawless ©6/14/2023

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Bill Baker

Date: 6/18/2023 10:37:00 AM

I'm buying, John. I'm always open to the random thoughts of those I think have something meaningful to say. Write On! my friend. Bill

Di11y Da11y

Date: 6/14/2023 10:01:00 PM

Wow John, a lot to take it. I might have to copy this idea, it's a challenge I was most certainly born to do. (Obviously I'll wait until I'm feeling interesting as currently I have 'should I get up or keep checking stuff on my phone' and 'I wonder what bird makes that sound' and 'wtf does nips timpani mean - is that baby bottle teats?') I'd love a trend of this to start, so I can see how other minds wander :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/14/2023 7:59:00 PM

The game isn't over --- 'til I say so! Bogi Yerra