half-baked truth[s], should be baked thoroughly through … then its the whole truth, and nothing but the truth …
the thoughts in this old noggin are an eddying whirlpool of a swirling word salad which would be best not said
new month new day no complaints
living the life of solitude
fact or fiction true or false reality or fantasy three things to think about
late in the afternoon getting hungry left over chicken is what I’ll have no desert as I am not one for indulging in whatever people will finish their meals off with bon apetit
opposing views of no one in particular
there’s a method to my madness…
I write stuff…so…this is what I do. ..and…it happy to do it.
it won’t be long when a majority of the trees will be sporting their finest greenery.
can’t win for losing
brain cells are not in sync
the american dream … hmmm
the weather at times can be finicky
So, I often wonder what people are doing at 3:00 a.m. Sleeping? Watching TV? Working? Reading a book? Walking the dog? Bathroom run? Just something that I would throw out there, to see what responses would come of it.
out the door with the backpack containing only with the basics of necessities in order to find seek/ search/ and/or locate the meaning of truth that is does it truly exist or is it a figment of our collective imagination if so then can we say that the human race is living in a worldContinue reading “Wondering Evermore”
Sunday morning The sun is shining The air is still The trees are still naked
Ever have the dream that you were caught naked at work? If yes, then it felt more like a nightmare than a dream.
There’s the old phrase “Kick the Bucket.” So, has anybody actually died after kicking it?
Sometimes I will type words that don’t make any sense
The roast is roasting in the roasting oven
Having a Seinfeld moment. A post about nothing.
Spill the beans, have fun cleaning up the mess.
Its better to be penniless and unknown, than to be rich and famous.
When you say something, you own it. If you regret(ted) saying it, you still own it. So, you will feel like an ass, and wished that you bit your tongue. It’s too late. The damage is already done. Don @ A Pondering Mind
Half asleep you stub your toe. Ouch!!! That is your wake up call. No alarm clock needed.
A hotdog has no resemblance or likeness of a dog, that barks, growls, wags its tail, etcetera, etcetera. So why call them hotdogs?
Went to the store to buy a loaf of bread. Brought it home put it on the kitchen counter now it is loafing around. Don @ aponderingmind.org
Sun says goodnight. Darkness says hello. The moon smiles at us.