Never a Novel...., Danny Wilson [classic novels TXT] 📗
- Author: Danny Wilson
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Never trying to publish within a corrupt system. I try a different
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The. demons chasing me through the streets of
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D.....The philosophical meanderings of Danny Wilson rising to the
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Simon Templar side-stepping wayward tears
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Becoming a figment of a fertile imagination while Mom & Pop
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The mean streets of Mexico. Thus Plato pushes an aspergers
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To the limits of infinity. Louise Gluck pointing a stern finger as
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Nellie smiles. Hearing the lost boys & girls crying out for
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Wearing my muzzle as i ponder the sanity of the
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Numbness taking a sensitive hand as pet sounds
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Everyday reality. A trip down the yellow brick road
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A caffeine fiend. I see myself on a journey of self-discovery/
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Pushing me to the edge of an endless
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Mexico.....Losing my religion as i battle the
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of propaganda. Dagwood Bumstead screams!
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Kerouac re-boots a complex mind as self-doubt
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Guitar Heroes ponder Jack Daniels?
Perhaps.
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Placing depression on the shelf/
Mr. Leary smiles from up
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Somewhere Around Mr. MillerI hear. Thus various demons smile inside
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Mexico!
The illusion of illusions leaving Platos
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Needing the validation of the masses/
Mr. Spock wonders anew/
Just saying.
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Eyed soul filling a hazy
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Just because....Just because
The nuances of a dark matrix embraces The Coronavirus
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Tijuana, Mexico.
Cloudy skies morphing into a bad
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of The Simpsons.
Justice is blind!
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Harris pondering the structure of
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Truman Show........
The Phoenix of CaesarWearing my
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Curing The Coronavirus Production......
Sanity bites!
Thus The Philosopher King presents 30
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Grunts....
Millenials educate toothless
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Tom Brady preparing to exit the
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Images of Alan Ginsburg dotting a
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Pet sounds pushing me to
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i become a part of the subject verb
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Reflective souls trying to find
Their way:
Mrs Felder pointing a stern
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Andrew takes another shot of
Jack Daniels!
Bye.
Douglas Murphy Presents Infinity..Why.
Hearty laughter smiling at
5pm.
Thus the
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roars......Thus the
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romances yesterday.
An as+érgers mind dealing with a
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fiend.......
Fannie Wilson walks down the
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Brick Road.
Super Bowl distractions fading to
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16 candles pushing me through
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Mexico.
Ladies of the night battle the
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Winter.
Games of chance dotting a
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Landscape.
Sitting before a blank
Screen......
Francis Bacon screams.
Bye!
Where Can i Find PeaceManic
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trying to escape The
Coronavirus......
Tijuana, Mexico
Screams!
I see.
Bart Simpson pondering
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MacGiver roars!
Early morning reflections leading me
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The Yellow Brick
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A burger & fries for
Lunch/A caffeine fiend surfs the
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Joe Biden seeking to be
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Looking into tired eyes....
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Folks walking on
Sunshine/Jack Kerouac smiles.
RIP
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Peterson knows!
Existing within the complexity of a
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reality....
wizened females roar!
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People Eaters illuminate the darkened
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of Tijuana Mexico.
Mr. Bill points a
Stern finger anew/
Just because.
Deconstructing The Super Bowl as i
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Behind a cracked
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The illusion of Peyton Manning
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Millenial angst pushing through the
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Mom & Pop pinching de-valued
Pennies.
Caffeine inside a warring
Soul/Chasing the memory of Jack
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RIP
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from a deep slumber......
I reflect on my so-called
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Walking into an abyss of
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Ladies of the night
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Caffeine fiends.....
Millenials staring into the face of the
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Finding myself alone after pushing through the
Matrix/Complex demons trapping me
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The Impostor Syndrome....
Silent strangers soldiering onward/
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Odd grunts smile.
Tijuana stories moving to the
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