Category: Real Life
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Mansion Musings
I sit here, thinking of something to write as my computer runs a virus scan in the background. In the background, apparently, I should add, as it has ground the computer almost to a halt. And this is the virus scan! Goodness knows how the computer would operate if, somehow, a virus did manage to…
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The Ropey Kind
Only it isn’t ropey at all… it’s an old, broken, weathered washing line hanging on a wall. It also appears to have three ends in this photo… which, in all reality, it probably doesn’t. Posted for Becky’s KindaSquares.
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Inside the Black Hole
Nothing escapes Not even time Not even water Not even wine Surrounded by darkness Drawn in with the light: The sock that went missing In the washer last night Just where does the washing machine take those garments it takes a fancy to? Perhaps it spins the items so fast on the spin cycle that…
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The Walk
The air was thick and humid. Heat trapped beneath the thickening clouds above made everything feel close. Tense. The light, subdued a little by the cloud cover, had a yellowish tinge to it. Every so often the silence was broken by a long rumble of thunder. And within the rumbles came the occasional bright flash…
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Bank Holiday Monday
Bank Holiday Monday It’s Bank Holiday Monday That feels like a Sunday No different from a Saturday But hey! Just as Friday With a hint of Thursday And a touch of Wednesday Blended with Tuesday Four walls My walls Keeping the outside out Not quite a lonely planet But that’s how it feels No trip…
The Mansionic Perspective 