Today’s Daily Prompt is “Fact.” And the fact is, I got nothin’. I’m burnt, and I’m wondering if this is the best way to go about expressing myself. I wish I knew what the best way is. This sucks. Maybe I’m trying too hard.
How do I love thee,
When love is a random, chemical induced illusion
And you’re an unloveable dildo
And there’s no god?
It’s VD. Eat arbys
— Nihilist Arby’s (@nihilist_arbys) February 14, 2018
President Lyndon B. Johnson, who grew up in the South and understood the politics of racism from the inside, saw it in part as a ploy to divide and conquer.
i make a body doublee to distracticate the stabacks employ. it convincing it a patato with candy corn stuck in it. i ate the candy corn.
— birdsrightsactivist (@ProBirdRights) October 18, 2017
I dreamt of her, and I never have before. Jessica appeared to me and was flirtatious. She was always a little bit that way but even more so in my dream. We were laying together and at one point she sucked on my fingers. We didn’t kiss, though. Strange. It was a happy, hopeful dream in one way but wistful and filled with regret over what might have been on the other. It also reminds me not to be so repressed. One of the joys of middle age, I am finding, is that I’m letting go of that repression. The regret I feel at never having told her how I really feel has taught me that much.
Let’s see how this works.
Today’s Daily Prompt speaks of anticipation. If you’re a U.S. citizen east of the Mississippi, this is what you might be looking forward to:
Plan accordingly and stay safe, everyone!