Tag Archives: A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes
Playing With Marbles; A Writer’s Imagination
I still have all my marbles. I know, because they’re in two jars sitting in a box somewhere in what I refer to as my storage room. (Read; a room I should be sleeping in that, instead, houses my ‘stuff’.) … Continue reading
Ethan Holmes, Rambling Man
I was thinking the other day. I do that on occasion. Then I seem to take a few days off. Does an onion cry when you cut it? Does broccoli scream when you put it in the steamer? Are you … Continue reading