Well, would you look at that! We came back to share our thoughts on the state of the entertainment world during this pandemic! Just what you need: another reminder of your existential dread!
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“The Island By The Sea” – #PoeticInJustice
The Island By the Sea
On an island with sand,
I await the water.
A ship comes in,
A dingy’s daughter.
My Cancer Story Ch. 37 “Pure Boredom”
Chapter 37: “Pure Boredom”
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There’s a saying about boredom: “There is no such thing as boredom, only boring people.”
Having spent years in a small town, designing ways in which to pass the time, I agree wholeheartedly with this statement. To be bored is to be without an idea of something achievable that excites you. Sure, I suppose that real boredom can happen sometimes, but other times it’s a realization that the thing you chose to do wasn’t what you wanted. You do something that you initially thought you desired, like watch a TV show, but then soon after, realize you’re bored with the show.
My Cancer Story Ch. 13 “Homecoming”
Chapter 13: Homecoming
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The nurse pulled the needle out of my scarred mound of skin. Even the smallest of gauges stung when piercing the tough flesh adorning the Port-A-Cath. Needles never hurt me before, so I had no reason to fear them… That is until they punctured scar tissue, daily.
But today’s point was different. Today, the needle was being removed because I was finally going home. It was rather difficult to keep that secret from my Father and Brother the previous weekend. You would think I’d want to tell them of my escape, but it’s much more amusing to surprise them when they least expected it, in person no less.
