Mind Games

When my lips are sealed, my eyes blindfolded and my ears stuffed with cotton—memories would still be mine. In the window of my mind, I will see green, hear laughter and carry conversations on beauty and on goodness.How long, you ask, how long? I wonder too. Yet, I need to preserve. Everyday when I leave…

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Desperate times

Everyone knows the story by now, how could they not? Its been blasted to us from every corner of our input receivers on all forms of media and has spiraled into something resembling a circus pretty quick. A well spoken man receives a large sum of money in a hotel room in England, allegedly to spot fix…

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