From a poem by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick Francine Creates Her Story As If Asked to Author Her Own Birth Francine eats oranges like they are herself in a field after a long swim in the river next to her father's house and she is warm in…

They discovered a planet that has no star Maybe they'll let me name it whoever they are I know all about a planet without a star Oh, please let me name it. I know all about it. A planet. No orbit. Just lost out in space No hope or habit…

yep I have a catalog of older music I had made.. mm vast quantity of actual cassette tapes ,.. the stuff that did not get digitized yet...

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By the time this whole mess comes to a head, I'll be dead and buried.

The reasons behind all this are varied, but the solution seems obvious to me.

My take on what might happen in the not-so-distant future.

We Americans seem to be fighting about everything.