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Sally B. ‘Blackening Ready’ Brown

It is so easy to take the leap of faith into a nonsensical explanation. Lightening is not God’s anger. Ozone in the stratosphere is a good thing. Seizures are not the work of demonic spirits. Crazy is not the liberated … Continue reading

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Women Without Beauty

As a general rule, I avoid closeness of any sort with women who have reached 25 years of age. (Don’t get me wrong. I’m not above a ONS with a relatively hot 30-year-old if it’s an easy layup at her … Continue reading

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IQ Versus Wisdom

IQ is capacity for reasoning distance. High IQ is effectively great reasoning reach and distance. Purpose is direction. Wisdom is the capacity for a great choice in direction. Power without control is dangerous impotence. The mistake I made, and that … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Dream, Part 6 of 6

Part 6: From Geek to Punisher Only the damage report on Joe is available to me from my friendship with Joe supplemented with my imagination. The contusion on the orbital edge lower and to the outside on one eye was … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Dream, Part 5 of 6

Part 5: Contest for Outcome and Consolidation Joe decided to cooperate with trust in his friendly neighborhood bouncer. He chilled on the sidewalk. In a little while blood dripped across Joe’s field of vision. Joe: “Hey, I’m bleeding!” Some Old … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Dream, Part 4 of 6

Part 4: A Bad Break from the Crowd Joe got tired and took a breather. His intent was to apply one more flurry of cultural treatment and leave it at that if left unchallenged. Before he could do that, many … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Day Dream, Part 3 of 6

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Part 3: Intragroup Combat with a White Knuckler Once upon a time a little, humble club was full of patrons. Joe squeezed by an HB7/8. She was sitting at a 4-top table on a stool slightly past the end and … Continue reading

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