Category Archive: conversations

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Conversations with Insomnia

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My brain has escaped into another dimension.  It does this far too often.  I apologize in advance, as the opinions of my brain are not necessarily that of the body it inhabits. <_><_><_>… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Pretentious

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Just pretend for a moment that I’m the world’s leading authority on everything, and not an author who spends a great deal of time looking up every little detail as she writes. Imagine… Continue reading

Senseless Celestial Sarcasm : Rest

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Yet another unsatisfying moment with God, the universe, or whatever. Hello God, the universe, or whatever I’m talking to.  I’m back. I never left.  Show off.  There’s a cat next to me wanting… Continue reading

A few afternoon thoughts

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No one is going to believe exactly the same thing in the same way, that’s why there are nations. When one animal invades the territory of another, that causes a fight.  When one… Continue reading

Conversations : Trying to make sense of the senseless…again.

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  On occasion, my mind needs a way to sort out an avalanche of thoughts that come at me.  There are days my fingers walk over the keyboard, I read over what I’ve… Continue reading

Changing Conversation

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For readers who haven’t stumbled on one of my conversations before, you’ll find that I don’t seek a therapist to talk with, I turn out the lights and let my fingers to the… Continue reading

Conversations too late

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My favorite time of day: Night.  So restful to the eyes, so intuitive to the soul.  The peace I feel in the darkness I can’t explain.  Free of eye pain.  Free of eye… Continue reading

Conversing with mud

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For readers who haven’t experienced one of my conversations with the great whatever, you may not know how they are written.   I create a word document,  turn out all the lights, take off my high-powered dark… Continue reading

Fuzzy

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I’m typing in the dark, so relaxing, so soothing, listening to the fan circulate air under my desk.   It’s close to dawn, skies turning from slightly lighter black, than what surrounds me, to a… Continue reading

Rational(ized) Conversations

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Hi there God, the universe, or whatever I’m talking to that isn’t evil.  Do you know how hard it is to type in the dark when the cats insist on having a heater… Continue reading