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The Bologna Blog

by L.A. Grawitch

Rated: 18+ · Book · Comedy · #2161749

Just shooting the poop with Lori

He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 29, 2022 at 10:45pm
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Writing also has fewer calories.

Even short entries like this count. It keeps the gas from backing up and... well, no need to go there...

Hope you can check in whenever the urge arises.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 27, 2022 at 9:28pm
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Post something on the Newsfeed that you're back. Folks don't read blogs like they used to.

Personally, my life has changed a lot in the last few months.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Dec 16, 2021 at 6:36pm
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Instagram, YouTube? I dunno. I want to write some stories placed in Thailand... maybe a screen play... complete with music in Thai/Lao. I've even sang some to myself (melody/images rather than words). My voice left me long ago but that shouldn't stop me from singing.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 29, 2021 at 10:50pm
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Yep. When the right ship passes by... you'll be ready.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:40pm
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I wish... I was looking forward to my high-school reunion... but covid. I no longer live close to where I grew up. None of them live here. I have to rely on new connections.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:37pm
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I didn't connect well as a child. Never quite felt at ease in my skin and I wasn't taught how to get along.

So I've spent a lifetime working on connections. Sometimes it worked! No need to mention the other times.

I continue stumbling on my journey.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 12, 2021 at 6:44pm
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Glad you went.

I can imagine it would be overwhelming for the senses. I live in quiet and will need to adjust next time I travel. I mostly live in silence and that's not in my forecast.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 3, 2021 at 9:56pm
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I'm a bit jealous. I've never been. But as a world traveler I concur with what you say. Enjoy being with your daughter.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 21, 2021 at 7:29pm
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Yes, I remember jarts. We were careful. I didn't play marbles. I came to dislike Monopoly. Later I learned to dislike Risk.

I prefered card games. I played to win. Of course, I lost as well.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 18, 2021 at 9:41pm
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I'd be pissed and demanding to be paid for answering the phone! I worked 11 pm - 7 am. I did NOT works days. I did NOT work evenings. I slept 8-4 and told friends not to call me unless the house was burning down. I literally could not work if I didn't have enough sleep.

Some at that time thought we should have rotating shifts. The night crew adamantly said NO. My opinion? Rotation is an abuse and so are many schedules for police and hospitals. I've worked both. You want a doc or a cop who's worked 16 hours straight to look after you?

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February 24, 2021 at 10:02am

#1005179

Falsified Spring

Aah, the sensations cast in the breeze of the falsified Spring. It crinkles your nose, wiggles your toes, and warms your soul. It is short-lived, yet invigorating. It purges the dreary hibernation of winter, causing a flutter of awakedness in our being. Our muscle memory succumbs to spasms of energy dulled by the winter doldrums. There is a tingle in the nerve-endings of the fingertips resembling the birth of a newly spawned flower.The warmth, from the long-absent sun, infuses the fibers of your soul. A full body yawn escapes with the creaking of your bones. We stretch our arms toward the sky in a dance of renewal. It may be but one day only, yet it sustains us in the spirit of life.

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