The gun

Woke up in the middle of the night with this on my mind, Almost word for word.

Scrap CH TWO part 20

CH TWO 20

needy

s/he lives life from one to the next hopping along the jilted lovers like a frog going from stone to stone just above the water’s edge, because to be alone for only a few seconds

just move to Israel

if you’re an american taxpayer & you want to get more bang for your buck, then just move to Israel--- as the administration o’ mr. hope & change just

slamming our heads against the wall

say what you will about mr. hope & change as far as him being a politician & doing the shady, scummy, dirty & bloody things that politicians do,

Omar's coffee

Omar sat quietly sipping his coffee in his usual haunt in downtown Damascus. He had listened to the intermittent gunshots ringing through the neighborhood the previous night.

The Rapscallion

Jerry was a clever troublemaker. He had put firecrackers in his grandmother’s boudoir and had blamed his older brother, having planted more in his sibling’s room.

The Tornado

The pioneer town trembled as the tornado advanced, howling like a ravenous, demented jinni. Tearful parents hunkered down in dank cellars with speechless children and prayed fervently.

Free Spirit

friends standing by are shocked at the revelation, the change and he is changing

On Grant Blvd

Far away, a love awaits and I remember –

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