The Crockpot

I am materialistic, I am eager, I do not any person beleaguer. Leisurely, but not a chinwag - Some might say, a windbag.   At first, my identity I had to lose, Pressure, steam, some blanching, some braising, With moisture, upon me wrought, Then were they, one...

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The Looking Glass

Peering at the world beyond the prism of the looking-glass, we find the open skies, the key-codes to unlock the grid that binds us hand and foot. Beyond a point in the grid is the nakedness of space, complete freedom and a gaping hole you can choose to crawl, run or...

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