The wild has beenbred out of us;the part that recognizessoul huntersthen flees or fightsto see tomorrow’s light.Yet the urges remain,to rationalize then actin dark savage ways.We pad plush cagesin domesticities’ days,but under cast moonsprowl forests,blood in our hearts,seeking prey.
Author: Lisa or Li
Friday Favorite Feature 47 — Carter Vintage Guitars YouTube Channel
cartoon by Marcus Connor(https://www.brainlesstales.com/about) Happy Friday Everyone! This one’s going to be short and sweet. Not sure what I was surfing for but I came across this YT channel and now I’m hooked. Carter Vintage Guitars has a set-up kinda sorta like Little Desk Concerts, yet it is distinctly different. It focuses on vintage guitars…
POPO2024 Day 27
It’s Friday again?Fridays fly like cardsshuffled by a card shark.(TGIF days are gone.)I meet them withdisappointmentat my terminalprocrastination.
dVerse — OLN 370 — Ladies and Gentlemen
“Hotel Lobby, 1943,” by Edward Hopper Ladies and GentlemenLegs are the last to go,draped in silk or cotton; unlike neck or bottomthat, despite treatments, showwrinkled, unrisen dough,overcooked, coiled ramen.Dicks are the first to go,hungry prima donas,brainless, seek nirvanas;power, lust make them grow– until one day they don’t.Blue pill popped iguana.Affix in mind, aboveshells of this…
POPO2024 Day 26
My lawn has become c(l)overed.Theories vary:–longer times between mows–plants adapted to grow low–the extreme heat and rain.First was Spring’s dandelionization.Pollinators continue rejoicing.
#FF — The Doctor on Vacay (2nd story for this week)
The Doctor on Vacay “Master, we’re not in Gallifray,” said K9 from the doorway of the TARDIS. The Doctor peered out and smiled. “Looks like it’s vacation instead of stuffy court business. Romana, put on your pink ruffled bikini. I’ll grab the beach gear. K9, stay. We can’t have you getting sand in your tractor…
#FF — Punch and Judy
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Punch and Judy Punch ate porn for breakfast. “Get your lazy ass up and get me my coffee.” Judy still cringed when Punch combined orders with insults. Perhaps it was the banality of his tone. Perhaps it was the way his bloodshot eyes never shifted from the computer screen as…
