brian pelton
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I no longer play soccer, develop new alloys for medical devices, or coach soccer. .I'm trying writing to see what happens. My shoe size is 8.5 or 42, my astrology sign is feces, and 9 out of 10 times I can correctly identify 90%.
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The Art of Rain and Wind
The Art of Rain and Wind by Ina B. Sentia 3.17.21 I have seen the patterned artwork from rain and wind on stone. Rivulets of raindrops racing each other down the face of a rock wall, combining to punish the immovable object for the crime of existing. Arches, tunnels, bowls, narrows, cliffs, caves, and other distinguishably-carved figures that even the imagination-free can see. We gaze out at the mental horizon and visualize these figures:
By brian pelton5 years ago in Humans
The Rós Dubh of Chindogu.
The Rós Dubh of Chindogu 3.2.21 by Ina B. Sentia Her eyes slowly opened but the confusion remained. Where was she? The Florentine open market by the Duomo? The backseat of a beat down, monkey shit brown Mustang? A cruelty-free bakery in upstate New York (i.e., Yonkers)? No. She was still in her bungalow/long-term hotel room rental in beautiful downtown Burbank. Sunlight tore through her window like a Bison greeting the tourist that is hoping to pet the fluffy cow. The groggy woman lifted her hands to block the solar intensity that was hoping to make her eyes burn, and thought “Why hasn’t anyone invented powdered sun yet?”
By brian pelton5 years ago in Humans
