As I write, Santa Claus, allegedly, is traveling around the world to deliver goodies to all the nice boys and girls. People have fallen asleep in the arms of someone they love. Warm beds, full bellies and anticipated joys to come when the sun rises. And. Someone just died of a heroin overdose. Someone else…
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.17.17
What shall we write about today? What thing can I not solve whilst still attempting with such bumbled elegance? We could talk about the news. And the potential doom of my fumbling public thought experiment. Among other things.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.10.17
I do fear, sometimes, this is all bullshit. It snowed the other day where I live. That did help, a bit. Changing of seasons makes for nice patterns to ritualistic self-discovery.
The Veracious Facade 