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Sometimes… No-times…These Times (Diary of a Mad Hatter)
by P.R. Lowe copyright August 8, 2020 Woke up around 4:00 AM the other night and wrote all this down….. Sometimes I feel as though I am a comet, hurtling through space with its tail on fire… and the best … Continue reading →
Posted in Auto-writing and Remembering, Diary of a Mad Hatter
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Tagged bottom of the ocean, dead sailors, fiddling Nero, flying debris, George Harrison, hiding in a tree, hurtling through space, its all too much, its just noy enough, last of my kind, pirates of the caribbean, rocket science, Rome burns, rubbing the cat, tail on fire
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