Tag Archive: conversations

Typing my guts out

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Well, whatever you are,  I just can’t seem to stay away.  I’m in the dark again, typing my guts out.   But you still have your sense of humor. It’s hanging on by… Continue reading

Missing you, Blue

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Well, God or whatever I’m talking at, here I am again at the same time and place typing in the dark.  The Gentle Giant is sleeping in back of my office chair, there… Continue reading

When Insomnia isn’t insomnia

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Hi again, God.  It’s 3 in the morning. Insomnia. Not exactly. Remember that when you’re half asleep at 2 in the afternoon and can’t say a coherent sentence. Well, I took that expensive… Continue reading

smorgas-war

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We’ve got to stop meeting like this, God or whatever I’m talking to.  It’s 2am, I’m typing in the dark, and I’ve had another one of those dreams…again. I know.  I was there.… Continue reading

The Jelly Roll of Despair

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Early Monday Morning.  It feels so good to rest my head on the back of a well-padded office chair while I sit in the dark and type.  The Fat White Dog has stopped… Continue reading

Conquering fear

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Well God, or love, or kindness, or just another part of me that’s too ornery to die, if the goal of living this delusion called life is to overcome my fear I’m doing… Continue reading

Thoughts in the dark

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God, I don’t understand.  I was asleep at 9 pm and now I’m up at 1.  My body feels like it’s being spun around on an amusement park ride and it isn’t the… Continue reading

The Fans of Clutter

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God!  Why can’t I sleep? It’s an epidemic. Of what? Cultural amnesia.  It was once quite common for families to be up in the middle of the night.  Instead of moaning about it,… Continue reading

In the dark and going nowhere.

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Hey, God, or whatever you are.  It’s the butt-crack of Dawn again.  Do you know what I like about being in the dark? Your dogs. You’re no fun!  You seem very good at… Continue reading

Like asking a meteor to remodel your house

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WARNING:  Dark humor, sarcasm and…hell!  I’m even offending myself! That takes talent.  <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> Sitting in the dark, trying to work though it again. What is it this time? I’m so appalled at legal… Continue reading