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We all go our different ways but wind up in the same place, apart. Bury those feelings?
Constructing a compendium of sorts in tribute to a lost loved one. Hope you can relate.

in the meantime (recommended):

Poetic Referendum(s) On Life  (18+)
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#1149750 by Brian is a Streaker Try2StopMe

Where I (jokingly) annihilate the English language and everything in the world with my neurotypical (now that I can label it) leanings that change with a careless … wind?


SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days  (18+)
All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
#1300042 by Brian is a Streaker Try2StopMe
a blog that didn't know what it wanted to be and more englishly incorrect, links to music vids and what inspires, to motivate what little hope left residing next to my soul that currently kicks a tin can aroud the lot.

May 13, 2024 at 8:46pm
May 13, 2024 at 8:46pm
I'm spread too thin.

sticking to Google Docs.
April 27, 2024 at 12:24am
April 27, 2024 at 12:24am
August 31, 2006, wrote:

College in the early 90's was a difficult time for me. I had my first surgery for glaucoma after being in school six months. The stress of taking a full slate of courses, working two radio jobs and losing my only means of transportation in a rollover accident that I walked away from took its toll. My local doctor should have been sued for malpractice, but I did not have the energy. I sought out the best doctors I could find at the Mayo clinic in Minnesota. I missed a week of school and had my Dad come with me. Talk about drama. 100 percent Italian with the passion to boot. He had us in the cheapest hotel he could find and ended up sleeping in a bed together at a boarding house one night. He stunk and snored. I know he meant well, but it was the roughest experience of my life. I was faced with total devastation of the sight in my right eye and was given a fifty-fifty chance of losing it altogether.

I had to take as much blame for the loss of vision. I drank more and more. I failed to consistently take my prescribed medicine, three different types of drop. (which should have been a big sign that I needed surgery sooner) I didn't fully comprehend how my vision was failing me until I saw the halos. I knew about the strange aura about lights and what it meant for someone with glaucoma. I had since I was 24 and it was a hereditary gene handed down from generations on my mother's side. I even wrote term papers on it in high school. I was in denial. It was a huge wake-up call. And yet, after the surgery I become further depressed, drank more and went into a spin when 1992 rolled around and that second 'treb' (trebeculectomy) was required. I could kick myself now. Again, the chances of losing vision was great. And this was my good eye. If it had become damaged beyond control, I would have been on the trail to braille.

There were complications after the surgery. My doctor did not want to alarm me. He took me into an area of the office with three white robed men who propped me in front of a laser. Zap, zap. Didn't feel a thing. Put the bandages on and I went home with a salve to put directly on my eye and a steroid drop. Came back the next day and I was dubbed a 'miracle.' Don't remember how that was qualified, but I felt God had spared me in that moment. My salvation. And still, I did not fully comprehend or appreciate it. But I managed to live on and preserve as much of my eyesight as I could, but declared legally blind six years ago. This year has been my worse. My eyes are constantly cloudy. I don't use artificial tears enough. I don't give my eyes the attention they deserve. I just don't want to think about it, but here I am.

Glaucoma reference for perspective, hunting also.

BTW, eyesight is much worse. I shouldered a mountain and shilled for illuminated merit, despite visual shortcomings. I wish I’d put myself first more often, rather than act a clown.

I’ve always been on display. Not fair to ask, ‘why the pale ghosts all around?’ Got five responses to the above entry. I thought the norm. Took it for granted. Yes, I’m flawed.


The man who invented the first cheat code died today.

He was unable to cheat death.

An original by me.

April 27, 2024 at 12:21am
April 27, 2024 at 12:21am

I had ‘Half Day Friday’ on my vision board.

Maybe, next Friday…


He echoed on Sunday…
April 24, 2024 at 12:50am
April 24, 2024 at 12:50am
"Autumn Analogy
Need some good autumn poem(s) analogous.
April 24, 2024 at 12:37am
April 24, 2024 at 12:37am
"Haunting Reminders
Partly because of glaucoma mention

April 24, 2024 at 12:30am
April 24, 2024 at 12:30am
"Prose And Dead Men

Plan to expand to other lost family members

Also introduction to collection should include: sometimes embellished for whatever reason, think how the movie is never quite like the book, but hopefully better, for entertainment purposes.

Work on that…four months away.

April 24, 2024 at 12:19am
April 24, 2024 at 12:19am

BTW, rewrites, final pieces, appear here for the upcoming ‘Celebration Of Life’ booklet/chapbook, whatever.

New pieces also coming.

April 24, 2024 at 12:13am
April 24, 2024 at 12:13am
April 24, 2024 at 12:09am
April 24, 2024 at 12:09am

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