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The song runs through my head.

Constantly.

The lines repeat.

Over

and

over.

Yet it is not all annoying.

It is a good song.

Somedays, you take what you are given.

Will she or won’t she?

What will she do next?

Am I ready to handle her chaos?

Who will be the one to help me?

Can I continue to help her?

And all those around her?

Somedays I want to call it quits.

Somedays I do.

A fashion look.

All the nuts together.

Bolts run wild.

Wheels are cogged.

Step by wrenching step.

Time for the thingamabob to its job!

Propaganda machines.

Televised recordings.

Misinformation proceedings.

Pamphlets of demonocracy.

Spreading division amongst us.

Emphasizing the wrongs

when they know it is right.

Disunity is their heaven

and one which we all have to live with.

Give me the red button.

I will press it and hope our world does not self destruct.

Fight for what is right.

Believe in the truth.

Trust those who accept their share of the blame.

Anyone who refuses to see the facts

will also refuse to see you as a person.

Be the one who forgives the sins

but do not let the ones who laid the hurt to be forgotten.

Punishments must be given

and love should still be shown.

It is a radical thought

but it is possible

to love someone you do not like.

Don’t care.

Comments lost.

Meanings drowned.

Last sights.

Kill gracefully.

Find heaven.

Doom planets.

Just be!

Hope for.

Be more.

not less.

You are my sunshine

You shine so brightly

It makes my eyes hurt

This morning after

So can I ask you

to please shine less brightly

but don’t take my sunshine away!

Both give me joy and comfort,

especially in this difficult year.

Both are amazing people

whom I love very much.

Both of whom are male.

One born a male

and the other knowing they were.

Yet both are people I call my girlfriend

because they love me back

and talk to me as a human

not a lump of baby making fat.

This is why I respect them,

because they respect me.

And the term girlfriend here means

one where they are a confidant,

not gossip mongers.

They are both my best friends!

20 years later

the jingle is still in your head.

You find yourself

singing or humming it.

When encountering certain brands or products

I answer the jingles call.

I will always eat the Red ones last

and yes

it Adds Personality!

Sweep out the dirt.

Wipe down the walls.

Shovel the trash into the compactor.

Fix the broken wiring.

Or at least jerry rig it for functionality.

Save the journals and other documents.

Then hope the body doesn’t collapse

from exhaustion like last time.