On an otherwise staid Monday, I debuted a new hairstyle, new jive patter, and a policy of direct aggression to anybody who dared raise my ire. A longtime schoolhouse neanderthal was the first such anybody. We tussled. I earned a shiner and an iota of regard. #wipwordsearch

Invective and patter of many colors and syllables emitted from my lips at high volume, to the inestimable fright and shock of many in the vicinity. They'd never seen me apoplectic, and rest assured, they'd never want to see that again. #bravewrite

"The remarkable among us don't captivate. We don't them grant them the courtesy. Instead, our attention is turned toward dank meme incubators, Tide Pod enthusiasts, and fools of the kind who'd stare at an eclipse for sport." #bravewrite

Our grand prank required the acquisition of enough magnesium citrate to furnish a black market. But hey: we had a Hell Week tradition to uphold. And what we were about to pull off was merely the appetizer. #vss365

"One should have a healthy fear of the dentist. Anybody with that kinda access to sharp instruments n' drills n' anesthetics has more power than any mortal man should. #wipwordsearch

"Would that I could format my memory banks like a hard drive, obliterating the episodes that haunt n' traumatize me. Sure, I'm stronger due to those trials, but damn if the violence done against me doesn't sting still." #wipwordsearch

Obey thine conscience. #3wordspoet

A pint of pleasure, a liter of lust. The elements are present. Me. Her. We tremble at the possibilities. Indecision supplanted by decision: Goodbye to anxieties. And in the dark, there we were: Unstressed, undressed, and discovering. #WordedArt

The spider was an uninvited guest, but I couldn't bear to shoo it away. Over an near-interminable hour, I sat back and watched it spin a most diaphanous tapestry. #vss365

"The industry is an artistic desert. This 'show business' of ours keeps the business the strong n' the show not-so-much. Folks are starved for something new n' paradigm-shifting, n' there's damned little to end their starvation." #bravewrite

#Satsplat

Errol's nights dragged into the early morning hours and were replete with vice of all kinds. His fires were never easily quenched. The messes in which he found himself grew ever more stark in character, and we grew more reluctant to come to his rescue. #bravewrite

"I put a dent in my diet. Went over to the slop house that we love so much. Grabbed some of those bacon-wrapped chicken bites, the ones cocooned in dough and deep fried. Tater tots and mumbo sauce on the side. No shame in my game." #wipwordsearch

"Laugh. Often. At yourself n' others. Mostly, others. Laugh for no reason then it prevents you from cryin.' But mostly: to kill the popular myth that you're a lifeless, unfeeling machine. Of course, it's not totally a myth, but hey, the devil they know . . ." #vss365

Death begat sorrow. An empty seat at the dinner table mocked me. The calendar showed that the date of a most important milestone lingered; the guest of honor would not be here to celebrate. This is what's truly baked into the cost of loving someone. #bravewrite

"Tomorrow may delight. Or it may disappoint. Or it may offer both in some percentage. Just like the thousand-plus other days in our lives before. And just like before, the mandate will be: eise, investigate, and maneuver accordingly." #wipwordsearch

An olive branch, sincerely extended; A bitter circumstance, sincerely ended. An alliance born of dignity and grace. A signal moment for the human race. #WordedArt

"The tail will wag the dog, n' the candle will light itself . . . one must expect happenings of a flavor spicier than mundane." #bravewrite

Amidst the chaos and less-than-dignified confines of an off-ramp greasy spoon, a profound tête-à-tête was unfurled. Late-evening dinner service couldn't disturb us, and the sentimental seasonings that arose provided far more savor than anything on the menu. #wipwordsearch

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