Send me
the loners, the misfits, the criminals. Send me the artists, musicians and
writers. Send me the dreamers. Send me the abused. For the outsiders there is always hope and
opportunity for change. For the soldiers of normalcy there are only the walls
of normal, blocking great vistas of reality from perception.
Flash Fiction: Don’t Forget the Veg…
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As Joel looked through the kitchen cupboard this evening, what he saw could
best be described as “organized chaos”. Oh wait, no, it wasn’t even
organized. ...
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