In lieu of actually finding the time to actually write, I present this nugget.
Discovered in a recent bout of box-rummaging, the following is evidence that back in 1998, under the sensational nom de plume Flame, I wrote a lot.
pragmatism and epiphany
the funky red chicken crossed the wobbly windy road quite
frequently, as it knew other chickens that lived over
there. in the beginning (the time of the chicken/egg of
origin) there was great apprehension amongst the general
chicken population about the so-called benefits of
crossing the road, and how these benefits may have panned
out into the future. but soon after the beginning, when
the road-crossing thing became quite an issue in
chickendom, the chickens decided [in a fair, just
and democratic manner] to give in on philosophy, and move
into eating grain instead.
(c)1998 Flame
Young people: They're just like us, but with less practice.
*Title from Gram Parson's "Hickory Wind", Sweetheart of the Rodeo (1968)
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