Machines Mock Us

The Machines Mock Us!

By BR Chitwood

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Look at us!

Laptops on our Laps!

A toy for the Ages! Seeing the world turn at different and troubling angles.

In Love with the Magic!

So, what the hell, listen to this nonsense:

“Don’t fool around, Honey! I’m busy here!”

  “You promised me a dinner out, Charlie!”

“No ‘dinner out’ – I’m in the middle of my intro to, Acres to Roam.”

“Dumb-ass book…”

“What did you just whisper, Sadie: ‘Dumbest book’? Don’t piss me off, Sadie, I’m on a ‘roll’ here.”

“Okay, ‘two-syllable wonder’, roll on. I’m outta here.”

“Yeah, sleep well, Sadie…I could be up all night with this intro…”

“Take as long as you want, Charlie…see you later.”

A door slams shut, but Charlie hardly notices…

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So, a scene slightly sad and subjective, but, from the daily news reports and Newspaper bylines, it does appear we are in some new social territories in our ‘once’ freedom-loving country. Some of us have serious doubts about the paths we are travelling in our democracy, doubts about leadership and ‘control factors’, refugees flooding across our southern border, riots, homicides, chaotic madness interrupting our police and just a general miasmic feeling that our country is nearing some sort of negative end.

No interest here in playing ‘blame games’ – there is likely enough to filter through all political groups and tag-alongs.

Here in my humble abode, I play my own psychiatrist and patient…it just helps to write a few lines and have a system cleaning, at least, as far as it will go.

Does it work?

Maybe, for just a few moments.

A ‘hot toddy’ is much better…made with ‘Maker’s Mark’, of course

BR Chitwood – May 6, 2021

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Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me

I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul. I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1 Writing for me is therapy for the soul. Website: https://billyraychitwood.com

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