Nap Time at the Zoo
It's okay, love, we'll come back another day.
Just above the tears
Sapphire eyes surrender
And a peacock cries
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Christy Claybaker
I'm a bright soul having a human experience. Sometimes it dulls my shine, so I continue to polish. Recently, I've decided to openly dicuss and write about my clairvoyance, experiences and revelations through stories and poetry.
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2: Fountain of Youth
Boomers. I guess this is what they are called. Recent research now has them broken down into Boomers I and Boomers II (a/k/a Generation Jones) which honestly, I know nothing about. My parents fall within the Boomers II category. Side note: I feel uncomfortable putting people into categories. Regardless, as a child of the 70's, I'm aware of some of the limiting beliefs of that generation...I mean, they raised me. They raised a lot of us. They also kinda raised themselves to some degree because, well, in the midwest, there are just certain things you don't talk about. Having sex is definitely one of them.
By Christy Claybaker3 years ago in Families
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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