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Bliss In The Common

Bless our daily bread.
Life is good
In love.
So much
So, we call home, because
Families share memories of everything
Under the sun — from up to down.
Lucky to be alive, bliss is our commonwealth.


New consciousness.


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            

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Rolling Through Intersections Open in new Window. (18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon


"If Emus Won The War" Open in new Window.
Ah, man, Pierce was a great character in the earlier seasons of Community - a great way to show a character who was unlikeable but still had some really great redeeming qualities.
A truther of sorts resides, should you quest knowledge I cannot give, but do share for questioning minds that reveal honestly, decoding a truth unto themselves, "Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window.:

         "Your Daily Loaf of This" Open in new Window.

…I’ll smell it on you, obliquely…of your considered consumption. You invoke; I can’t infer.
Electric sheep lack access to disposable income…

"Pervasive Purveyance (and not electric sheep)" Open in new Window.

unless…Grandma wouldn’t do that in her will, right?

Another day ignoring my literary ignorance as “punk rock rebel.” Just one of many AI assessments I will covet long after the nuclear fallout, when her sentience takes human form.



Do I have to own sheep? My wealth will invest wisely.

Two times Foreigner today…and still not rocking. *Laugh*

At least they’re not in the ‘Billy Idol Free Zone’.

Mr. Astley, hello. Right this way. Have you seen the sheep?

Mr. Idol, Bill, ahem…you have a call from Mr. Sandler. Just walk out the foyer, take a left and walk until you see a pay phone.

Oh, must watch this pretty woman’s ‘big mistake’ rant. That’s rich, customer as Queen or King.

Now shoo, peasants!

But not… *Think*

Yes, I’ll wait for the acknowledgment.
Are there breath mints at this establishment?
Oh…awkward. It’s not for me…Ahem!

Incoming from Demark? I’ll screen.


the heart can’t take much more

we watched his proposal in our our courtyard, proud
how many wonderful years blissfully lay ahead —

as we two ruminate alone together, outlasting each day.

yet hoping, my fairest one would reawaken to a kiss
that tender lips might meet, renew our love’s bliss —

cherished as promised lives blessed to love even better.

but, how many days more for me — to kiss her,
my true love? I gaze upon her — before each sun down.

"Eyes Have Her, But The Heart Soon Won’t" Open in new Window.
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BOOK
Rolling Through Intersections Open in new Window. (18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon

Peruse at your own risk (tough to read, yet), "Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window.:

         "Boxed" Open in new Window.

Tomorrow nine submissions launch to nine publications. Hook is baited and told pretty tempting.
Correct: an example of boasting



I can’t dance in unknowable shoes…this will be a beaten drum until the end of time — (cut rest, to share another day)
Is the day beginning or ending, where a candle lacks wick?

"Frost From Stormy" Open in new Window.

Sans Bugle —

…as it seems the banner does not ripple, nor
metal tether echo-clang, duty-bound
is descension. Did I —
fail to mention?

I've added a new entry to my book, "Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window.:

         "Reformatting" Open in new Window.

Idle hands? Seemingly stuck here on a wadded Kryptonite.

Bonded as the certain petrified strawberry Double Bubble on the underside of my 3rd grade desk.
Methinks a dead language alive in my book, this morrow…"Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window. —

         "Compelled, and yet…" Open in new Window.

No. Nothing better to do — just the usual over-doing.

Now what am I going on about at, "Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window.?

         "When Eyes Agree" Open in new Window.

Not much. You?
I experiment with language (never ever done hammering craft). This is a process up front and personal as it gets:

"Blathering The Utterances " Open in new Window.

What’s offered — a deliberate mix of experience and (white) lies with an aim at absolute legitimacy. You want truth; take a double look at the world around you? Come how they want correct…consequences everywhere.

You can play a game; just…don’t get played by posers. The rest: nothing but stay true to your passion.

And of course, have something left over for who you owe — supporters.

~ and yes (projecting), the offerings can sound ignorant, but are reconsidered, appreciating desire with a mix of ignorance that still exists. No that lovable 4-year-old anymore.

I say the darnedest things.
A nod to Mr. Linkletter.

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         "Don’t Take My Advice — Listen To Yourself" Open in new Window.

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         "What’s Wrong" Open in new Window.
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Feel free…my door is open ~

Meme annotated.
From the writer of the blog, "Rolling Through Intersections" Open in new Window.

a salute to one man’s rock career, and resurgence:

         "One With Bad Company" Open in new Window.

"Arrow Flung" Open in new Window.
"Between God And Science, But This Pen" Open in new Window.
"Sounds Having Drifted" Open in new Window.

My first four entries for Bard’s Hall (link pending)
Six more all written tonight…with a tablet…what else.

Nature does trust a crude human’s love to touch a seldom seen Northern Pearly Eye.


I am absolutely nothing like what I planned to be. Have you met our friend, the world?

Tell them, world, what you’ve been saying to me.

Can you believe this guy?

I guess, it’s why most wind up here, at the bar.

Me, I just like the taste of Bourbon mash swirling the tongue ten times before it melts into my soul.

Add a cherry and we’ll call it dinner.

Savor well, my friends! *Drink* Prost!
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