Windthrow Rare on Established Specimens
No wonder it’s called milk thistle, that purple
bauble with its auriole of thorns. Milk is prickling
in me again– letdown, they call it.
Tag: Poem
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We have sold 6 tickets and I’ve had 30 people DM or email me that they are 100% coming but are bringing food and aren’t worried it will sell out. Thanks for the vote of confidence! LOL
I’m getting excited.
The song on the radio croons, “Hey, do you miss me, like I miss you?…
He blew the whistle on Amazon. He's still paying the price - Financial Times
Citizen journalism. Hard story to read.
The song on the radio sings,
"I hope I am always exploding."
A friend told me once, "Dan, you are the wrecking ball, right before the building fell."
I want to be that for people. Want my stories for the stage to leave barbs in the mind. I want to be your favorite storyteller.
Show the most exciting part first.
Because once the audience is hooked, you can always free associate backwards.
This creates cool connections and parallels that don’t pop when you tell stories in chronological order.
