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Random As Hail



She sits up in her bed and sings in a weakened voice “Don’t cry for me Argentina…(cough cough) stretch arms outward clutching used tissue “the truth is I never left you..” (dramatic fall back onto pillows) all of my wild days, my inhibitions…(achoo) you keep your promise, (swallow and moan) I’ll keep my distance…the nasally lullaby of a single sickly woman,in bed, with a cold and ridiculous imagination.

Welcome to Lifestyles of the dramatically ill and overly creative.

No blog update this week. This week there is only sleep.

Don’t fear my friends. I invite you to connect to some of my favorite pieces and let me know what you felt. Good, bad, or indifferent. It will help me become a better writer, a stronger observer, a masterful storyteller. Go forth now and read then comment, comment, comment.

Go now, (she waves tissue in a dainty near death fashion) achoo! You must go (she speaks in an inexplicable english accent).

Perhaps, I shall live to blog again!

About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)


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