There’s rumbling on the inside. Receptors in the brain ready themselves to block the intruders from taking their place. Light and color filter though these lens. Monochrome. Back and white. Sepia. Negative. It all bleeds into one, into the dismissal of segregation. Everything mingles.
Keep it Short.
My brothers are starting a catering business. They asked me to be the recipe maker. I hold the key to making money. (My brothers have been rhyming during words a lot.) So, it’s like I work 7 days a week now. And I don’t get paid on all of those days. If you like eating and would like to be my guinea pig, please stop by our home. I’m getting tired of tasting all the different...
Funny you should say that...: Well. →
meanielyn: Like I said, Osama’s death didn’t solve America’s problems. At all. How does the death of one man serve as a placement for justice? I’m wondering if any of you who are this happy about his death even really know why. His people are proud to die for their beliefs. You’re all enabling something…
There is a thin line between business and friendship. Which comes first? It used to be the friendship that came first. I try to help friends when I possibly can, sometimes even to the point where it affects me directly. I started to realize that I can’t always help every one. And I feel bad when I can’t, and guilty for saying “no.” Alas, I have come to accept that I...