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Post by anirbas on Oct 4, 2020 19:28:33 GMT -6
The witching hour I have yet to sleep Whatever am I doing awake at four in the morning you might well ask
Why I've been chatting up random ghosts and sassy spirits It is October after all
In reality I have been cleaning out my closet
My my the skeletons to be found there in did not appreciate the unjustified intrusion in their calcified opinion They fell to clacking and clattering with boney disapproval disturbing the atmosphere releasing a dust storm that made me sneeze uncontrollably
Which set the sleeping dogs to howling...
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Post by phantasm on Oct 5, 2020 15:40:54 GMT -6
The question about skeletons in the closet is what to do with the bones once they've been exhumed. They can't just lay on the kitchen table beside the bills indefinitely. They need to be reburied someplace else. Someplace where they can rest in peace, this time forever.
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Post by darkness0within on Oct 22, 2020 6:47:56 GMT -6
Sometimes through life you live different lives as time goes by it seems to me. The person you are now is not always the person you were in the past, and a different reality of being emerges.
Thought provoking write Anibas.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 29, 2020 21:28:35 GMT -6
Thanks for your reads and comments, mi compadres. The month of October and Halloween always puts me in the mood to imagine the most ludicrous things and even inspires me to write them down. My favorite holiday, other than my birthday. Christmas is always too expensive and Thanksgiving is a fake holiday that didn't really happen in American history. Do enjoy seeing the family and breaking bread with them on both holidays, though. So, I am not a total Scrooge.
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