A MUCKRAKER OTHER

WARNING: No minced words here. İ rake the muck of the 'other', the so-called open-minded side who's preference is to whine and distort reality. If still suckling mom's tit or warped by delusions of polıtıcally correct equality you WİLL be offended by such materıal. Welcome to Reality.





Dash

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All books have a front cover
and back
But. It's the in-between
that comprises substance.
There we find, if it be
the ground that matters, the
portion that counts. Everything
that transpires from start to
finish is what makes one worthwhile.
Of minute significance, in the grand
scheme of things, matters the size of the
read: short stories, novellas, novels, judicial text
What next? We all have an ave and vale
But. It is the straight line extending
from the one to the other that distinguishes
us, that makes me different from you and you
and you and you. A year followed by
a dash followed by another year. And to look
at it, a dash is a dash is a dash is a dash. And all
books laid on their sides look too similar with
blocks of white bound betwixt two binders.
But. It is when we open the book and read the
colors with its trials and tribulations; loves sustained
and lost; challenges faced or conquered; defeats tasted;
travels undertaken; perplexities explored; charities bestowed;
labor toiled; advances contributed; constructions built; Auld Lang Synge
and the ilk.
And in review, I think will be seen, that although the etching be banal and
uniformly small, sometimes a dash is a not a dash is not a dash like them
all.



ScholarSpartan

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