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A Poem About Disconnected Thoughts

Posted on July 21, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

At least, I think that is what this poem is about. I wrote it very, very quickly. Didn’t think too hard about it; just knocked it out. I hope you enjoy. — As I scramble To find the words To … Continue reading →

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One Thousand Word Challenge 97: Lengthy and Aimless Ramble

Posted on December 25, 2020 by Stupidity Hole

Feeling tired and all of that other stuff, so it is once more a time for a lengthy and aimless ramble. Don’t know where I’m going but I’m following the proverbial road and where that leads might just be into … Continue reading →

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One Thousand Word Challenge 72: Accosted

Posted on October 18, 2020 by Stupidity Hole

On lunch so it’s time for a bit of a verbal spewing to see what happens. Don’t expect anything good out of this one. Well, don’t expect anything out of this one. I don’t know how this will all turn … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 706: Writing About Writing Once More

Posted on June 30, 2020 by Stupidity Hole

When it comes to doing these, there can be a sense of folly in trying to decide a topic to write about beforehand. Often when doing such a thing it ends up leading to a struggle in trying to write. … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 639: Right now not now

Posted on March 24, 2020 by Stupidity Hole

Another day spent inside and another day where I’m going to try and do a lot of writing, or something. Really not sure as to how it will pan out, but there is only one way to find out. It’s … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 306: Mobile and Stationary

Posted on October 4, 2017 by Stupidity Hole

Clearing my throat in the standby mode getting ready to be the best that could ever exist until I get better than the best. Standing on a floor made of paper through which I can only see the night when … Continue reading →

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