I wield my superpower from a secret desk, behind a sonic curtain, high above the world, in my Blueberry Tower. And I focus this intense power on little minds of mush. So… Hide your kids. Or at least cover their ears. Unless you’re willing to let them be controlled by my superpower. Because I can activate their different brain lobes all at the same … The rest of the story…
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I’ve been marching to a different drum Christmas morning. 1967. And there it was. A large gift-wrapped box with MY name on it. When I picked it up, it felt kinda heavy, and it made an odd sort of rattling sound. But I still wasn’t sure what it could be. So, I tore the wrapping paper off, opened the flaps of the box, and … The rest of the story…
Drifting sands are rhythm in my hands This morning, like too many mornings this year, I woke up before getting enough sleep. And I’m dealing with some issues that restful, recuperative sleep would help. So, of course, I decided to wallow in my misery and make a list of all the things people better watch out for around me today. Not! No, I started … The rest of the story…