Insanely possible impossibilities,
Shattered and replaced with ingenuity.
Hot roach on a highway hitting nothing,
I hold all the aces and still I’m bluffing.
Smeared sneer pasted in a smile,
Choking on air – so I’ll smoke for awhile.
Ups are getting tossed ‘round the downs,
When I fall and trip I don’t hit the ground.
Show me the trail and I’ll run on through,
I may laugh at death –
-but death laughs at you
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 
Last line 🙌
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Thanks Samantha. Interesting reading from this notebook that somehow survived through the years of travel and homelessness….thing seems to have found me and it’s a peculiar look at my mindset as a younger man running on full tilt.
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I can relate more than you might guess. Although, my old journals are all lost in time!
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Hahaha….most frustrating thing in the world no? All that work, time, emotion, so suddenly gone. I honestly have no idea how this one found its way back. Part of the goal with the blog….digitize baby, never lose anything again….hopefully.
And in that line, I truly wish yours will find their way home again as well. Your work is incomparable. Love everything on so many levels. bows head.
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It’s lost. Like many things when my grandparents passed, my mother had to get rid of a lot. All I recall is one journal where I pretended to be a vampire and wrote from that perspective.
Unless the zombie apocalypse happens, we’ll have our stuff here forever. I want to hand write some out for my little ones. Archaic, I know.
Thank you. I’m meeting so many great people/writers on here. Should’ve used WordPress a million years ago.
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Your little ones are lucky Samantha. Nothing archaic about it. Someone I met in a bar once told me he had made a fortune in gifts from corporations by simply hand writing them letters that started, “This is bullshit…”
Writing with the flesh isn’t old fashion, it’s personal, and that means the world. 🙂
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Half way through my brain thought “HOLD EVERYTHING! THERE’S A DIFFERENT TONE/ATTITUDE!” then that was too much thinking for my brain and I continued on. So I was happy to see it was written by your younger self and I didn’t have to think too hard. Illustration? You? Or from somewhere else? It’s fitting and I love it. I’ve always wanted to be able to express myself in the way you do instead of spewing out raw naked truth. It would be more subtle and cerebral. I still think that all types of poetry are supposed to rhyme. lol
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I love your style though Darie….there’s a huge amount to be said in favor of the naked truth. Each of us has our own…I’m having a ton of fun seeing what young me wanted to say all those years ago. Your work is beautiful in its unique way. As a reader, I wouldn’t change a thing in any way.
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