The Alien
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I knew something creepy was happening when all the cars started looking alike.
Dear Aliens,
A friend once told me about a dream he had.
He was walking by some water when he fell in.
He thought about drowning.
But, instead, he grew gills.
And the sun looked different now.
A friend once told me about a dream he had.
He was walking by some water when he fell in.
He thought about drowning.
But, instead, he grew gills.
And the sun looked different now.
January 29, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Dear Aliens,
A friend once told me about a dream he had.
He was walking by some water when he fell in.
He thought about drowning.
But, instead, he grew gills.
And the sun looked different now.
A friend once told me about a dream he had.
He was walking by some water when he fell in.
He thought about drowning.
But, instead, he grew gills.
And the sun looked different now.
Dear Aliens,
For the first century of my life I lived solely on faith without really realizing it and, though I'm tempted to say my faith went away, like a handsome robber baron who took my heart as gently as that, I thinks it's truer to say that I abused it so it left.
Funny how we think we love.
For the first century of my life I lived solely on faith without really realizing it and, though I'm tempted to say my faith went away, like a handsome robber baron who took my heart as gently as that, I thinks it's truer to say that I abused it so it left.
Funny how we think we love.
January 26, 2025 at 5:59 PM
Dear Aliens,
For the first century of my life I lived solely on faith without really realizing it and, though I'm tempted to say my faith went away, like a handsome robber baron who took my heart as gently as that, I thinks it's truer to say that I abused it so it left.
Funny how we think we love.
For the first century of my life I lived solely on faith without really realizing it and, though I'm tempted to say my faith went away, like a handsome robber baron who took my heart as gently as that, I thinks it's truer to say that I abused it so it left.
Funny how we think we love.
Dear Aliens,
There is a sudden, obvious vacuum that permeates everything from the songs we sing to the food we eat. Any attempt to revive it is as useless as trying to resuscitate road-kill. The best we can do is feel sad. slightly responsible, and scrape the carcass off to the side of the road.
There is a sudden, obvious vacuum that permeates everything from the songs we sing to the food we eat. Any attempt to revive it is as useless as trying to resuscitate road-kill. The best we can do is feel sad. slightly responsible, and scrape the carcass off to the side of the road.
January 24, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Dear Aliens,
There is a sudden, obvious vacuum that permeates everything from the songs we sing to the food we eat. Any attempt to revive it is as useless as trying to resuscitate road-kill. The best we can do is feel sad. slightly responsible, and scrape the carcass off to the side of the road.
There is a sudden, obvious vacuum that permeates everything from the songs we sing to the food we eat. Any attempt to revive it is as useless as trying to resuscitate road-kill. The best we can do is feel sad. slightly responsible, and scrape the carcass off to the side of the road.
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I’m really not crazy about Twitter’s new logo.
January 23, 2025 at 2:00 PM
I’m really not crazy about Twitter’s new logo.
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So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Costco’s shareholders voted overwhelmingly to reject a proposal from a conservative think tank aimed at getting the company to roll back its diversity hiring practices.
Costco's shareholders overwhelmingly reject anti-DEI proposal
Costco's shareholders voted overwhelmingly to reject a motion that would seek report on the risks of diversity, equity and inclusion in the company's hiring practices.
www.npr.org
January 24, 2025 at 1:20 AM
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Dear Aliens,
There are days when I do nothing
But pray for the arrival of night.
The night is a friend most parents don't like:
A bad influence who'll surely get you killed or
Thrown in jail.
My eyes change at night and I see better.
There are days when I do nothing
But pray for the arrival of night.
The night is a friend most parents don't like:
A bad influence who'll surely get you killed or
Thrown in jail.
My eyes change at night and I see better.
January 23, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Dear Aliens,
There are days when I do nothing
But pray for the arrival of night.
The night is a friend most parents don't like:
A bad influence who'll surely get you killed or
Thrown in jail.
My eyes change at night and I see better.
There are days when I do nothing
But pray for the arrival of night.
The night is a friend most parents don't like:
A bad influence who'll surely get you killed or
Thrown in jail.
My eyes change at night and I see better.
Dear Aliens,
I can’t remember exactly where I was before I was born.
Can you?
Some people can.
The five year old daughter of a friend of mine told her mother once: “I can remember when I was big and you were little.”
They were driving at the time
Mama freaked.
The subject was dropped.
Pity
I can’t remember exactly where I was before I was born.
Can you?
Some people can.
The five year old daughter of a friend of mine told her mother once: “I can remember when I was big and you were little.”
They were driving at the time
Mama freaked.
The subject was dropped.
Pity
January 22, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Dear Aliens,
I can’t remember exactly where I was before I was born.
Can you?
Some people can.
The five year old daughter of a friend of mine told her mother once: “I can remember when I was big and you were little.”
They were driving at the time
Mama freaked.
The subject was dropped.
Pity
I can’t remember exactly where I was before I was born.
Can you?
Some people can.
The five year old daughter of a friend of mine told her mother once: “I can remember when I was big and you were little.”
They were driving at the time
Mama freaked.
The subject was dropped.
Pity
Dear Aliens,
Funny thing about history. It's always the same. It's happened before. But it's slightly changed in the telling. We have video now, so that helps a little. At least now we know we're being lied to. At least now we know where we stand... History is a Big White Lie that repeats itself.
Funny thing about history. It's always the same. It's happened before. But it's slightly changed in the telling. We have video now, so that helps a little. At least now we know we're being lied to. At least now we know where we stand... History is a Big White Lie that repeats itself.
January 20, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Dear Aliens,
Funny thing about history. It's always the same. It's happened before. But it's slightly changed in the telling. We have video now, so that helps a little. At least now we know we're being lied to. At least now we know where we stand... History is a Big White Lie that repeats itself.
Funny thing about history. It's always the same. It's happened before. But it's slightly changed in the telling. We have video now, so that helps a little. At least now we know we're being lied to. At least now we know where we stand... History is a Big White Lie that repeats itself.
Dear Aliens,
Once upon a time, when we were born, we came from a place that existed because we thought it did. As did we. But, that's another story.
Once upon a time, when we were born, we came from a place that existed because we thought it did. As did we. But, that's another story.
January 19, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Dear Aliens,
Once upon a time, when we were born, we came from a place that existed because we thought it did. As did we. But, that's another story.
Once upon a time, when we were born, we came from a place that existed because we thought it did. As did we. But, that's another story.
Dear Aliens,
I don't get to the woods much, but, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
I don't get to the woods much, but, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
January 13, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Dear Aliens,
I don't get to the woods much, but, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
I don't get to the woods much, but, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
Of course there is/are a god/gods/goddess. We just don't know who/what/he/they/she/it is/are. #letterstothealien
January 11, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Of course there is/are a god/gods/goddess. We just don't know who/what/he/they/she/it is/are. #letterstothealien
An AI company (engrossedAI) just tried to follow me. I told them to go away. I know what's coming. They do not. Avoid them at all cost. They are already sucking whatever is left of your soul. #evil
January 5, 2025 at 11:08 PM
An AI company (engrossedAI) just tried to follow me. I told them to go away. I know what's coming. They do not. Avoid them at all cost. They are already sucking whatever is left of your soul. #evil
Dear Alien,
In our slow and steady climb up the ladder of several lives toward perfection, I hold it's wise to ask ourselves a few questions.
What must we look like to some god-like thing? How silly. Look at that dress! Look at that air.
I need a cigarette.
#writers #philosophy
In our slow and steady climb up the ladder of several lives toward perfection, I hold it's wise to ask ourselves a few questions.
What must we look like to some god-like thing? How silly. Look at that dress! Look at that air.
I need a cigarette.
#writers #philosophy
December 19, 2024 at 6:54 PM
Dear Alien,
In our slow and steady climb up the ladder of several lives toward perfection, I hold it's wise to ask ourselves a few questions.
What must we look like to some god-like thing? How silly. Look at that dress! Look at that air.
I need a cigarette.
#writers #philosophy
In our slow and steady climb up the ladder of several lives toward perfection, I hold it's wise to ask ourselves a few questions.
What must we look like to some god-like thing? How silly. Look at that dress! Look at that air.
I need a cigarette.
#writers #philosophy
Dear Alien,
There used to be trees here. There used to be woods. And faeries. Who would dance to the timbre of your voice. In Maine. Deep in the woods of Maine. I don’t get to the woods much. But, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
There used to be trees here. There used to be woods. And faeries. Who would dance to the timbre of your voice. In Maine. Deep in the woods of Maine. I don’t get to the woods much. But, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
December 17, 2024 at 8:47 PM
Dear Alien,
There used to be trees here. There used to be woods. And faeries. Who would dance to the timbre of your voice. In Maine. Deep in the woods of Maine. I don’t get to the woods much. But, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
There used to be trees here. There used to be woods. And faeries. Who would dance to the timbre of your voice. In Maine. Deep in the woods of Maine. I don’t get to the woods much. But, when I do, it always feels like the home I was abducted from at a very early age.
Dear Alien,
It's something about the eyes. Like nobody can see you when all they gotta do is look. I saw a sign in a store that read: "Look up. You might miss something." I did. And I did. #philsophy #writers
It's something about the eyes. Like nobody can see you when all they gotta do is look. I saw a sign in a store that read: "Look up. You might miss something." I did. And I did. #philsophy #writers
December 17, 2024 at 2:07 AM
Dear Alien,
It's something about the eyes. Like nobody can see you when all they gotta do is look. I saw a sign in a store that read: "Look up. You might miss something." I did. And I did. #philsophy #writers
It's something about the eyes. Like nobody can see you when all they gotta do is look. I saw a sign in a store that read: "Look up. You might miss something." I did. And I did. #philsophy #writers
Dear Alien,
Of course there is/are a god/gods. We just don't know who/what/he/she/they/it is/are. #philosophy #writers
Of course there is/are a god/gods. We just don't know who/what/he/she/they/it is/are. #philosophy #writers
December 15, 2024 at 1:00 AM
Dear Alien,
Of course there is/are a god/gods. We just don't know who/what/he/she/they/it is/are. #philosophy #writers
Of course there is/are a god/gods. We just don't know who/what/he/she/they/it is/are. #philosophy #writers
Dear Alien,
What do you see from your place? Can you see the earth from where you are? Is she crying? Is there the slightest hint of a salt-water tear down near Australia somewhere? Or, is she blubbering? Blubbering near the once haunted woods of Maine?
What do you see from your place? Can you see the earth from where you are? Is she crying? Is there the slightest hint of a salt-water tear down near Australia somewhere? Or, is she blubbering? Blubbering near the once haunted woods of Maine?
December 9, 2024 at 1:46 AM
Dear Alien,
What do you see from your place? Can you see the earth from where you are? Is she crying? Is there the slightest hint of a salt-water tear down near Australia somewhere? Or, is she blubbering? Blubbering near the once haunted woods of Maine?
What do you see from your place? Can you see the earth from where you are? Is she crying? Is there the slightest hint of a salt-water tear down near Australia somewhere? Or, is she blubbering? Blubbering near the once haunted woods of Maine?
Dear Alien,
What does one do? What does one do when the Bottom is falling out with equal velocity and panache as the Top is ascending? Some go out and buy a car. Others steal. Others refuse to go out at all, peeping through the Levalor blinds when they’re afraid there’s not something out there.
What does one do? What does one do when the Bottom is falling out with equal velocity and panache as the Top is ascending? Some go out and buy a car. Others steal. Others refuse to go out at all, peeping through the Levalor blinds when they’re afraid there’s not something out there.
December 9, 2024 at 1:42 AM
Dear Alien,
What does one do? What does one do when the Bottom is falling out with equal velocity and panache as the Top is ascending? Some go out and buy a car. Others steal. Others refuse to go out at all, peeping through the Levalor blinds when they’re afraid there’s not something out there.
What does one do? What does one do when the Bottom is falling out with equal velocity and panache as the Top is ascending? Some go out and buy a car. Others steal. Others refuse to go out at all, peeping through the Levalor blinds when they’re afraid there’s not something out there.
Dear Alien,
Sometimes I wonder if I can continue to exist in our current society. We don't share the same priorities. Something was laid out for us before we were born and none of us had any say. It hurts sometimes, too. And makes as much sense to me as a fever does to a baby with a bad cold.
Sometimes I wonder if I can continue to exist in our current society. We don't share the same priorities. Something was laid out for us before we were born and none of us had any say. It hurts sometimes, too. And makes as much sense to me as a fever does to a baby with a bad cold.
December 9, 2024 at 1:36 AM
Dear Alien,
Sometimes I wonder if I can continue to exist in our current society. We don't share the same priorities. Something was laid out for us before we were born and none of us had any say. It hurts sometimes, too. And makes as much sense to me as a fever does to a baby with a bad cold.
Sometimes I wonder if I can continue to exist in our current society. We don't share the same priorities. Something was laid out for us before we were born and none of us had any say. It hurts sometimes, too. And makes as much sense to me as a fever does to a baby with a bad cold.
Dear Alien,
Do you believe in fear? I ask because I wonder and figure you might know. To me, fear is friendly fire. Going about your business, thinking your back's covered, eye on the moment's enemy like a cat, when it slips in behind and zeroes in on you blind. Oops. Sorry. Didn't see you. Oops.
Do you believe in fear? I ask because I wonder and figure you might know. To me, fear is friendly fire. Going about your business, thinking your back's covered, eye on the moment's enemy like a cat, when it slips in behind and zeroes in on you blind. Oops. Sorry. Didn't see you. Oops.
December 9, 2024 at 1:26 AM
Dear Alien,
Do you believe in fear? I ask because I wonder and figure you might know. To me, fear is friendly fire. Going about your business, thinking your back's covered, eye on the moment's enemy like a cat, when it slips in behind and zeroes in on you blind. Oops. Sorry. Didn't see you. Oops.
Do you believe in fear? I ask because I wonder and figure you might know. To me, fear is friendly fire. Going about your business, thinking your back's covered, eye on the moment's enemy like a cat, when it slips in behind and zeroes in on you blind. Oops. Sorry. Didn't see you. Oops.
Dear Alien,
The future walks backward into my head now and then looking kind of lost like it's trying to find its way home.
The future walks backward into my head now and then looking kind of lost like it's trying to find its way home.
December 9, 2024 at 1:19 AM
Dear Alien,
The future walks backward into my head now and then looking kind of lost like it's trying to find its way home.
The future walks backward into my head now and then looking kind of lost like it's trying to find its way home.
Dear Alien,
When one impedes the connection of man & nature, man & god, woman & man, man & man, woman & woman, life & death, heart & soul, earth & sky, heaven & health, and hooray for our side of hell, one screws with the fabric of our universe. When all we gotta do is sit and look at the moon.
When one impedes the connection of man & nature, man & god, woman & man, man & man, woman & woman, life & death, heart & soul, earth & sky, heaven & health, and hooray for our side of hell, one screws with the fabric of our universe. When all we gotta do is sit and look at the moon.
December 9, 2024 at 1:15 AM
Dear Alien,
When one impedes the connection of man & nature, man & god, woman & man, man & man, woman & woman, life & death, heart & soul, earth & sky, heaven & health, and hooray for our side of hell, one screws with the fabric of our universe. When all we gotta do is sit and look at the moon.
When one impedes the connection of man & nature, man & god, woman & man, man & man, woman & woman, life & death, heart & soul, earth & sky, heaven & health, and hooray for our side of hell, one screws with the fabric of our universe. When all we gotta do is sit and look at the moon.