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  • Zombie Rabbits, Attractive Corpses and Irrational Rescues

    Zombie Rabbits, Attractive Corpses and Irrational Rescues

    Walking backward up the slope that leads to the RV garage, which the animatronic zoo calls home for 11.75 months, the 7-foot Hopper Zombie Rabbit heavily rests its upper body on my shoulder while I rock the base in a stepping motion. As I try to get the mutant bunny out of the morning rain,… Read more

  • This Is Me? I hope so!

    This Is Me? I hope so!

    Obviously the image here is AI generated, but the great thing is, Chat GPT knows me, ‘refreshes’ my new look, and adds the things it has learned are important to me. I want this pic in a big-@$$ frame at my small, brief end-of-life memorial! Golly, it includes my Dad and Max! What could be… Read more

  • Fade to (Colors That When Combined Project As) Black

    Fade to (Colors That When Combined Project As) Black

    Time to write! Intertwining my fingers, I point my palms out and push, ‘crack.’ My fingers didn’t pop or crack, but my left shoulder sure did. Day 2.5 of solitude. In addition to doing a walkthrough for the security system installation, I have washed and dried all the sheets, remade the beds, taken down and… Read more

  • Budding Serial Murder

    Budding Serial Murder

    Why, yes, I do know that the facial construct of me in the previous post (Hold On) is precisely the same as the image in the post before (I’ll Do the Talking). Trust me, you don’t want to see what I really looked like in the original pic, frantic on that scawy, scawy ride to… Read more

  • Hold On

    Hold On

    “Hold onto him!” I’m screeching from the seat behind them on Space Mountain. “Hold him!” I don’t know why I’m bothering. The ride is so loud I can’t even hear myself, let alone believe that D can hear me. Furthermore, obviously he was holding onto him — arm around his shoulders, hand clutched to his… Read more

  • I’ll Do the Talking

    I’ll Do the Talking

    “It said it might rain this afternoon,” I say with hope. “Let us pray, and we’ll just keep watering you regardless.” Standing near the border of the land, I stare at the patch of spruce before me. D comes up behind me with a bucket of water from emptying his cold plunge. “What?” “Oh,” I… Read more