No abhorrent dad jokes or casual racism off the top today, scarcely remember how to commence one of these things in their absence…
This is to be but a toe-dip of a post today as I’m engaged in various other writing pursuits at the moment. Finally getting over myself and submitting some of this drivel to publishers. They can’t hate me any worse than the rest of y’all!
“Pragmaschism”, June 15, 2019.
Pain is multifaceted
Mild irk or wish you were dead
Of the body and the mind
Excess speed when caught is fined
Sometimes you might getaway
Yet by and large here to stay
Actions having consequence
Maintain within cognizance.
This is the story of my youthful exuberance clashing with my aged spine. Like an elderly dog still spryly bounding after a frisbee, I’m annoyingly inclined towards forgetting my pseudo-infirmities in the heat of competition and furthering disabling myself just in a non-intellectual capacity. Not that they are mutually exclusive…
-Alex Blaikie
dReadpoetssobriety
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Dread Poets Sobriety 
Tennis anyone?
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