We don’t know the victim of one. Many of us knew of and loved the other. From one end of the spectrum to the other, they are both horrible examples of obvious holes in the justice system where folks no better than animals get away with murder. This one tells the story of an…
Dirty Snow Angels Some look at a winter’s scene and smile. Blankets of snow remind them of powdered sugar. Sweet and crispy like. Even their children’s cheeks (what sweet angels) are chilly pink reminders of the fruit waiting for them in spring. Then there are others. Those who glare and gag at the sight of…
Start a Dumb Rumor Let’s start a dumb rumor to play with folks’ heads but instead of a mean one make it funky instead. Like Jesus returning and forced to take meds. Or mutant sea monkeys overseeing the feds. Like other wild stories we sift through our heads. Best to come away laughing than sick…
Just because Valentine’s is not going to be the way you’re supposed to pretend it is, no worries. Warcraft lets you celebrate a heart day with action included. About the “Love is in the Air” Festival on WOW In honor of it, I decided to make a tribute video. It’s set to a favorite classic of mine remixed with…
They got a lot of nerve calling us mentally deficient when they have suffered and do suffer from the same damned “crippling” conditions. The thought of those “suffering” from the same “brain disorders” controlling our lives should be about as despicable as thoughts could be. The following italicized overview of symptoms and what they mean is taken from https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder-adhd/index.shtml#part_145447…
Oft in a storm precious things become lost. Where both terrible things and the treasure are tossed. In and around with no way one can tell The difference within the tumultuous swell from the storm until Aft by Ramsy featured photo by rolffimages
I could listen to Tipper all day. Heck..I HAVE listened all day. Many days. I couldn’t help but “dance” to one of my favorites… More of his work at http://tippermusic.net/
Weeping Wind faded brown spots on the cold stone below are what remains from the wind expressing its woe its delicate fingers would trace the remains of the shutterless eyes from the shattered black panes where once crimson drops fell from the slits in her skin it still sighs o’er the absence of you from…
Ramsy's Joint 