Political writing and exploring the human condition.
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Selfie sticks and cameras attached to GorillaPods littered the streets. Every person held one. They spoke to their lenses with theatrical flair.
By Johnny P3 years ago in Fiction
Whenever I want to think of him I grab the glove above my desk Perched up high on a cabinet Looking down on all the rest I smell its leather and feel its knots
By Johnny P3 years ago in Poets
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nobody thought telepathy or teletacks were real decades ago either.
