growing older
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I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more
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The ‘Beat Generation’ now needs a pacemaker; they can still Howl – but it’s mostly in discomfort Hippies now take a drag, teeter on artificial joints Peace, love, rock-and-roll? Viagra, naps, Metamucil Culture they unleashed now subjected to leash laws yet I admire their restraint in not pandering to regret Read more
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What I have inflicted on life and its responsorials and reprisals on me have proven that regrets teach – if you do the homework things, events once inexplicable are simply lessons learned in an evolving matriculation; tuition deferred, knowledge incurred, debits carried forward, erased Unlike my youthful self I am far less Dylanesque, unless positively Read more
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I eschew sex. Firmly entrenched in middle age I have found the act wanting, boring the physicality dull, unimaginative old hat Sex has lost its interest in me shunning sex, I have discovered making love It is the side effect of experience the residue of having love, lost, found I am the artist who has Read more
