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wOo girl (from the Block)

How to win




and influence people

(made of fiction)

–first, write

a note of apology

. . .

— love letters lamenting & lining up alliteratively

like a

“to do” list, but a “to do” list with character!



maybe even a diphthong or 2, enabling the creation

of prototypes every novel needs, if no perfume before

checking boxes.

invisible boxes in Original PC



a time___

& sending expansive flowered


— purpled prosies,

gilded girdeds, and

rose of sharron–

their way

–somewhere off synapse route #66

(where else!)

followed by changing weighs.

Personal weighs.

Permuting poetic measures of an intrinsically different caliber

that can be hard to discern without rule initially, so skip the acronym–

next honey.

not saccharine, not sugar,

and most decidedly not stevia,

this all natural state of mind is



ensuring the pretend pals are themselves agreeable

to palette, pen, and projection

and making up for better company, instead of just desserts

–finally presence.

undivided presence of mime, and why not?

imaginary friends are


target audience

for the ole

“fake it til you make it” axiom,

tying in coincidentally with checking boxes but

what else?

well, presence.

–of mind, this time

that necessarily implies


of mine

–which in fact AND fantasy–


those same imaginary friends

–gone missing.



the sOmething in nOthing

the void conjures

. . .

making silence hum


tinting white blue


mirror images long departed


disparate action in quantum fields


hues in darkest nights


the statue in the rock

. . .

its nothingness

the isness on which all


–a tapestry woven

in temporal fabric.

Sub Text

Smith is good with words

(all write)

and Art—with conversation,

Gabby’s gift is mainly

–discourse and oration. . .


Cathy likes to chat

(too much)

while Miles keeps the minutes,

Abel will debate the bull–

with doctors if they spin it


Simon’s prone to say

(it’s said)

all those on stage will whisper

but twisted—I—will scream and shout,

to lookie-loos and listeners. . .


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