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I’m not a real dog enthusiast, but there used to be dogs all around, and I became accustomed to them. If you walked down the street, then you would meet dogs every few hundred feet. They’d come over and sniff you, unless they were interested in something in particular, and they’d just keep trotting along. Or there’d be dogs chained in backyards that would bark or howl at you as you passed. There weren’t many vicious dogs, but every now and then a dog would bite someone, but the bites were usually ...

I've been writing a lot of poetry recently as a way to deal with things that I can't wrap my head around. I enjoy it greatly as a therapeutic tool. They aren't particularly good but I thought I'd share a few that I like. Cheers.

Your Smile Makes Me Sick

A touch,
A smile,
you cast the iron.

Hot it burns the flesh.

Scissors slide
through angel’s skin.
Don’t wear it as your own.

Flow freely
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Just a little song I thought of while walking the dog. I couldn't be bothered to write it down on paper.
It started because I'm not pretty sure that the other thing I can see is Ursa Major and not Ursa Minor. Ursa Minor has a longer tail. Well. I say Ursa Major. What I actually see is the bit called the Plough (Big Dipper in the US) but number 3 in my things to see in space flash cards is Ursa Major which contains the dipper. I prefer saying Ursa Major anyway, it's so much nicer.
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Let’s start with my mother being seventy-nine. She’s a strong seventy-nine, but still she’s actually closer to her eightieth birthday than the one she just passed. She has slowed down since her hip replacement from four years ago, but still she gardens and walks, and now that my brother has been away she’s living alone. Living alone actually gives her less to do because when my brother and his wife are at her house, she cooks and cleans for them as if she was forty years old and they were teenagers. ...

I was wondering whether “free will” exists, or if that is just another of many pleasant fictions that humans have made up to keep going. While it feels like I am actually deciding what I do, I know and can readily see in some cases, that my decisions are results of things that came before, just more links in the chain of cause and effect. The question of whether humans have free will or are directed by destiny has never been answered with certainty. Philosophers have long said that people create ...