From the Northern village of Ontonagon
Comes an endless flow of web loggin’
The internet it seems
Is packed with memes
And a continuous flow of bloggin’
About the Creator
Fred Looney
My first lifetime, I wrote in the language of computers. Now, in my "Retirement" I want to express my thoughts and feelings to other humans.
Please join me in this new adventure while I explore what I have been hiding in my subconscious.
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The (Pho)enix Room
Light and carefree piano notes dangled in the air, spreading that cheery jazz throughout the atmosphere. They danced around slowly, bouncing softly off the pale blue walls, attempting to fill the entire room with a positive vibe. But the jazz was a mask… a mask that the owner of this establishment was trying to fit over an ugly, evil face of deception.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabilea day ago in Fiction
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