Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Tweetables are back Part 1

Is writing like I have an audience another definition for crazy?

Someone tore me down long ago. Each time I get up, my foundation wrecks more easily than the last.

I think the real reason our country is in debt is because inflation has made it harder for everyone to do the math.

Chevy Sonic + turbo = Turbo Snail?! Aka the Nitrous Skateboard. Turbo for the Ford Fiesta for more explosive results.

You can hate everybody and take their money or you could love the world and never need a dime.

I'm desperate, but not lonely.

Complex equation? 'Walking Dead' > Sunday Night Football. Sunday NFL viewers > Sunday church worshippers. We're all going to hell or zombies??

Capable of original thought? #influenced

Conflict can be overcome in every great story, but there seems no true resolution in this life.

I want to get to know someone again on a deep, personal, non-physical level. Lu?

I miss a world where there was no bullshit, people could be real and have deep thoughts without judgment.

Someday when this novel is finished I'll look back nostalgically at the current events and music references.

She's the left side of my brain, he's the right. Together, they are perfect chaos when the storms in my own mind will not subside. #children

Even with coffee, nothing makes sense right now. Refills cannot spare me, but I try.

I don't want to micromanage my children any more, as a distracted observer of uncoordinated outfits and unkempt hair.

There's gold in there, in what I just thought, mete it out, sift with your pan in vain.

My wife begins exclamatory utterances with the phrase, 'Oh, my God!' Feel sorry for me? No?

My mother-in-law uses double attribution to begin her stories with, 'I told her, I said...' Any empathy?

Siri won't respond to my commands, though I did nothing to turn her off. Feel cold & alone. I could trick her into reading text.

Pt1) I let some girls read my diary in high school. It earned me empathy, but not one date. Sensitive guy = still zero.

Pt 2) I became a narcissistic ass because the mirror image did not lie...the duck now a swan would open his mouth...shut out again.

Pt 3) Welcome back to the couch, sensitive guy. Want some snacks? Just about to watch "Can't Buy Me Love" for the 13th time to see what we missed.

While you say time #travel is not possible, I say you can still go back to the beginning of this tweet and read again. (Tweeted)

We're all caught up in this physical #dimension going forward. What we leave behind is what is real. #lookback. (Tweeted)

Missed something along the way. I want to circumvent this #journey, go back and find clues to this puzzle. #life. (Tweeted)

Friday, the day for reflection. Let's see what it brings. #thankyoucoffee (Tweeted)

I speak softly, gently to you, making tender movements that you don't have to fear. Yet, you cower on your haunches. (Tweeted)

I hope trust is our future understanding.

I can't get my head in that box anymore. #tv

They're not ready for the real me. Have to reign it in, pare it back...

I lack vision in every sense of the word. Perhaps, I'm the antonym.

I don't want my head out THERE, but in HERE.

Everyday I look at what I can't have and want seconds. (Tweeted)