Whatsoever Thy Hand Findest To Do, Do It With All Thy Might
  • Watch this bus-boy go!

    He inspires the hell out of me, he really does:

    You know what I think that is? I think it’s the energy of life, the spirit made flesh. Maybe I’m over-thinking it, but I don’t care. I think it’s beautiful.

    Sir, whoever you are, wherever you are, I think you’re beautiful. Thank you for sanctifying my day, especially during this Orwellian era, which out Orwells George Orwell, when sick, lying, utterly corrupt, carious, rotted politicians and bureaucrats are upheld by so many — so many supposedly educated people — as the diametric opposite of what they actually are.

    November 12th, 2020 | journalpulp | 3 Comments |

About The Author

I was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. I've worked as a short-order cook, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, bartender, pedi-cab driver, copyeditor, and more. I've written and ghostwritten several published books and articles, but no matter where I've gone or what I've done to earn my living, there's always been literature and learning as the constant in my life.

3 Responses and Counting...

  • Ophelia 11.12.2020

    Mad skills, for sure! Reminds me of someone else I know.

  • Ophelia! Thank you for dropping by!

    It is in my memory locked,
    and you yourself shall keep the key of it.

  • You want to know what I really think?

    I really think someone should erect a statue to that bus-boy.

    I mean that as much as I’ve ever meant anything in my life.

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