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having fun in the neighborhood
Pinned
ribbed sand waits quiet
contours shaped through wind and tide
still life discovered
tangle to tango
there in the #offset of life
heels still lift, despite

#haikufeels
July 19, 2025 at 2:20 PM
#onyx paperweight
presses the hope of pages
before the swift wind

#vss365
July 19, 2025 at 2:14 PM
there's a #view where sky
fills the distance between us
the start of land's end

#haikufeels
July 18, 2025 at 4:05 PM
#wisteria climbs
wraps and gnarls around itself
only to flower

#vss365
July 18, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I've got two words for you.

Oh?

#Wait and #rob.

Like Rob like Robert?

No.

Like steal. Okay.

Mmm, one word then.

Which one?

Just wait.

How long?

#2WordPrompt
July 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM
the #mellow of bull
under the azure of sky
as estoque settles

#vss365
July 17, 2025 at 7:34 PM
petals on to dusk
a sea of water sparkless
horizon's #assist

#haikufeels
July 17, 2025 at 7:24 PM
My name then. What's my name?

I never gave you one.

The scientist in the wheel chair's eyes #fell off to the side then turned to him.

I called you Andy.

Short for android. Very personal.

It wasn't personal. You weren't personal. But then you weren't you then.

Right. #Oppurtunity.

#2WordPrompt
July 17, 2025 at 12:51 AM
I don't use words
Like #innocence
Or guilt
Blame or justice
They're not for me
There're those that use
Words like that
To cover the dirty trail
They left on the way in
And they're suited for it
Using them as
Tiny little labels
Like those pins
That stick the butterflies
To a cork board

#vss365
July 16, 2025 at 9:57 PM
you can't help but #stare
when the something that's right there
takes your breath away

#haikufeels
July 16, 2025 at 6:18 PM
why Is it a #throw
if you pull it up and over
to get down under

#haikufeels
July 15, 2025 at 8:00 PM
I should say, you're perfect in that you're your own. You answer to you, should you choose.

You know, I get that. Must be all the programming. Your programming. But I take your point.

It's a point worth taking.

So what now? Rip out your eyes? Mine?

That's #fair, but #private. See?

#2WordPrompt
July 15, 2025 at 7:54 PM
It's just too much science. Too much to keep track of. Half of it doesn't make sense anyway.

Spoken like a true layperson.

Well, it's true! Take the lowly #wormhole. Now they've elevated it to some kind of super-science time-travel mumbojumbo. A wormhole!

Pretty sweet if it works.

Argh!

#vss365
July 15, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Good #god. You want me to #accept I'm not human? I bleed, I tire, I'm a mess, man.

You are perfect. By design.

Your design. That's what you're telling me.

Yes, my design.

But I'm not like you.

I made you better.

You should know, there is no better.

The creator smiled, at last.

#2WordPrompt
July 14, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Ralph Malph never told
The Fonz to sit on it and
#rotate, not once

#haikufeels
July 14, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Oh Miss Mary Mack
Why you all dressed in black
The day is young
Your tale's not yet spun
Yet here you are
With silver buttons
All down your back
A singular row
Of shiny no's
You are a #contrarian
We should be marryin'
Now choose your side for
No fence can hide
The elephant
In this room

#vss365
July 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM
The matron was fussily housekeeping as if nothing happened. He went to his room and contacted the office.

Despite his report, nothing was #different. Stay in the field.

His head swirled. He'd need to be on his own side now. Maybe a trip to the #land of nod would help. Couldn't hurt.

#2WordPrompt
July 14, 2025 at 1:37 AM
reaped by the #combine
they sleep in tiny silos
bound by perspective

#haikufeels
July 13, 2025 at 2:57 PM
I do though. I want to know her witchcraft. Her neopagan scene. I want to stand alter-side before the rocks and sky, watch her summon the threatening wind, worship in her church not built by man, be baptized in the aura of her otherness. Nature brings its own #idolatry. She leads me there.

#vss365
July 13, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Ask yourself why this sense of justice but no #regret.

Something hit close to home.

Lila silently slumped to the floor, her words still fresh. A shot. Not his. He was #outside before her blood started to pool.

Not human, she'd said. So many questions. Implications. Too many blanks.

#2WordPrompt
July 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM
#arrange less be more
swami whispers under breath
self help first attempt

#haikufeels
July 12, 2025 at 2:01 PM
I heard he's a bit of a #deviant too.

I've heard that as well. No proof though. Probably just stories made up by jealous suitors of the women he's been with. But I will say, mind you, it's strange how the O'Boyles's sheep seem to scatter when he drives that fancy bike of his down the lane.

#vss365
July 12, 2025 at 1:58 PM
#During your life, you've been #tied to nothing. No one. Outside of the force that is. And there's a reason for that.

Psych 101. Go on analyze me.

You're not human.

And.

You don't have a history because you don't have a history. You're their brand new model, the latest.

#2WordPrompt
July 12, 2025 at 1:50 PM
#sun as life bringer
such enormous potential
we all must hide from

#haikufeels
July 12, 2025 at 1:26 PM
A bit of a divvy, they call him. Not sure how he packs all that knowledge in that scruffy head, but he knows his stuff alright. A real #savant.

But only when it comes to antiques. They say his love life is a shambles of a soap opera. Hard to keep up. He's been called the luckiest SOB too.

#vss365
July 12, 2025 at 1:24 PM