Fall Back (Into A Freshly Vacated Grave)

Halloween on a Saturday and daylight savings time on the same night spells an extra hour of spooky fun and costumed hijinks.  Turn your clock back before you do out carousing, and don’t do anything I would have done when I was your age. Be particularly wary of girls in kitten costumes.

Spring Forward

About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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1 Response to Fall Back (Into A Freshly Vacated Grave)

  1. bellucci56 says:

    Just means that I’m up wandering the house at 3 a.m. instead of 4


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