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Paradigm Shift
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A Noun In Time
Every time I try to stay present
I find myself getting wrapped up in the past
Blinding me to a tense future
Flows and Eddys
The turbulence created
For unsmoothing smooth currents
With hungers satiated
By flowing eddy servants
Stuffs voids with a waving hand
Blurred vision vortex fillers
Left barely able to stand
Up on twin crumbling pillars
Succumbs again to forces
Repeats past current courses
Fwench Wick
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
Driving back from a meandering fully packed family minivan vacation in Hoosierland a quarter of a century or so ago, the opportunity for a brief spur of the moment stop at this intimidating edifice presented itself.
The land equivalent of a cruise ship parked in hilly idyllic terrain. Little chance of capsizing of getting lost at sea. A throwback to a time when you could idle away a season in one building. Albeit a huge labyrinthine of a structure. Hallways that brought to mind “The Shining”. Long porches with plenty of rocking chairs to contemplate the hills off yonder. Arcade games, pools. bowling alleys, all tucked away in this testament to pleasure pastimes of bygone eras. I could have stayed there for a week or two, and the lads agreed. As #2 son dubbed it, ” Fwench Wick”.
But it was not to be and we never returned.
Visiting the web site It looks like it has undergone more than a few upgrades since then. Twenty five years ago it seemed a bit more rustic and dated than it looks now. But the strong bones seem to have endured. As do I.
Why identify the scene of a long ago brief stop over as a favorite place? Because that’s what came to mind and that’s just the way I am.
Flattered
Once upon a time I thought I thought global.
I thought it was the only way to go.
But lately I feel the flat earthers have won
Or
NLP
Be Careful What You Praise For
There’s praise and then there’s Neuro-linguistic Programming
Because research shows that research works
RDP Repartee
Missing the days when
Proclivity was precarious
Precocious and pernicious
Modus operandi moderation
Modesty was magnanimous
Raunchy rancor a rarity
Raucous only in extremis
As rapid crisis response
To imminent ruination
Not for mild irritations
ENIAC
Bottom LIne:
I am replying to this Ragtag Daily Prompt from the comfort of my own home using a fancy adding machine that rests in the palm of my hand.
Put that in your electronic numerical integrator and crunch it
218
Bohemian Numerology of the number 218 from mysterious ways of WordPress media library
Banshee
While foraging around he saw zip, zilch, nada. This gerbil in wonderland found nothing but scarcity. Living his life with a fork in a world of soup, His one find; a bottled aftershave labeled “Banshee”. Though intrigued, the furry little critter needed no pheromone smothering tincture. It would only prolong his amorous dry spell.
A Scroll Threw Life 