Tag: Filthy

Cockeyed Junior

His name was cockeyed Junior. He lived in Nebraska out in the woods on a farm where things didn’t grow. The animals were frighten by him, even the pigs. He had this absurd crazy off-centered and drunken look about himself. He chewed on a stick of straw all day and all night like a horse until

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Voices of Monsters Under My Bed

Of all the things I could have been but came up short. So many shattered dreams ultimately became my fault. No time to dream. Things aren’t what it seem. My shortcut mentality only registered short term results. Maybe one day I’d find the courage to plan better instead of dwelling on what should have been

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