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Property too expensive? Live in a shoebox. Cemetery too expensive? Dead in a shoebox.   Like the bird, broken necked by a window that...

Da Vinci smiled, seeing himself in the albumen. Yeah, I know that smile too. I've sung those highway blues.  All are self-portraits to her.

I don’t have time to Assemble a decent verse Open the jarred paste

Some things are like the rain. Though you can feel it up close, it is easier to see from a distance, or surmised when walking a soft field.

Impasto thinking an overlapping chaos brain swamped in paint splats

AFTER THE RAIN: Birds misnomer the field with seed. Months later, the harvest arrives.

Misread calendar Deadline closer than I thought Face like mushroom pate

The sun is black, if you look at it enough.

My job is to keep treasured foodstuffs safe but accessible to family members, and customers. One way to achieve this is to prevent decomposition through freezing and canning them in jars or using air-tight containers.   Another very popular method is to store them, whole, diced or mashed, with sugars and pectin of under-ripe fruit.   These methods are often used and reserved for particular people or groups that love to have foods and jams for many months after the growing sea

Long after the tree withered, orange quartered, marmalade slathered, glass jar shattered; A buried shard enters flesh, waking a sleeping...

I wake up feeling like I've lost a fortune.... I will not sleep in those mansions again. The wealth is housed by others. It's too late.

The Necropolis: A city that always sleeps, Except late last night.   Waking for event, Cemetery members' draw, Grandma wins trinkets.

Open your big eyes, telling me lies. Soul mate -- bye bye -- washing machine.

I spend life waiting, for you to ask for magic. Rabbit dies in hat.

Impressionism: Your sunsets weren't that blurry. My photos prove it.

My grandma in her late age, would speak to me of old loved ones passing.   When she listed names, I would narrow my eyes, nod slowly and...

First Park Run in years Instils the rosy glow of A ripe tomato

INT. KITCHEN - DAY Landline phone. Middle-aged. TRENT GORMAN is on the phone. The house is cluttered with things. Trent is crying.  ...