'One woman who was trafficked into prostitution as a teen and now works as an anti-trafficking activist, said the best way to reduce prostitution would be to arrest the men who search for it.'

from the mouth and mind of a lowly subordinate...

the warden of captivity.....

fee fi fo fum...

the sound of her heels coming this way.....run....

she will devour your intelligence with her quavering voice her quivering hands will smite your lesson plans.....

fear not....her reach is only within.......leave a potion for her to drown her sorrow in....and when she sleeps...find pity....for she is not free.....

leave her golden goose and treasure trove...return home......

for yours is a much fonder place.....

i can hardly hear myself but when i struggle to listen...things such as this echo in my mind....

a few more pages of Bradbury this day......

and these rapid thoughts escape my mind...

another degree..accumulated for free at the place where books are shelved.....

they can all keep their titles along with their wages and i'll keep my pretend teacher pay...

because my freedom is not for sale.....

for now...on this day.....at this moment ...revealing how i feel....

tomorrow will change the thoughts of this day....but the words are forever and devour our fleeting flesh....

a vital post...

i am still alive...
although breathing seems to have become a voluntary effort on my part...
working as a teacher until February 5...perhaps on the 6th i shall retort with a witty manifestation of the time i've spent doing such..
until then...
cheers!

a work in progress...another alana book

the roughest of drafts..
from the tips of my fingers and silent words produced by my tongue...I give you this preview of book 2.....before it's begun....

my body is bruised and broken, i cannot see all who surround me.  the trees and land shout an incendiary plea.  the wizard's hat casts a shadow upon me and he pours a draught passed my silenced lips and i feel it burn and a horrid taste is upon my tongue, as if ash and vile death flow as a river and my mouth the lake it empties into. with my last effort as a living being, i swallow and my pain subsides as i drift into a former dream. 

 

 

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proof of infinite wisdom!

i couldn't agree more!

'when you are done cleaning up the mess on the floor...come find me' says Bradbury

and there with his wisdom...or skeleton...because by god he has one...he states this!

(narrator)- Everyone in the world needs two, three jobs, I said, without hesitation.  One job isn't enough, just as one life isn't enough.  I want to have a dozen of both. 

(Elmo Crumley)- Bull's-eye.  Doctors should dig ditches .  Ditchdiggers ought to run kindergartens one day a week.  Philosophers should wash dishes in a greasy spoon two nights out of ten.  Mathematicians should blow whistles at high school gyms.  Poets should drive trucks for a change of menu and police detectives-  (R.Bradbury Death is...67)