Auto Pilot

Autopilot

Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot

The Pool

Standing My Watery Ground

Another little gift that being an LSerD (see sidebar) leaves you, is a desire to make peace, to take the high road, to avoid making waves, to do whatever we can to make sure other people are comfortable - most often, at the expense of our own comfort.  We move over.  I guess you could … Continue reading Standing My Watery Ground