Those ongoing narratives of discovery – at the intersection of social media and the search for God's face.
The unworthy
Thoughts on my disdain for deadbeat parents, especially men, and a reading of said piece as part of: The Pa and Son Adventures… words over the sonic poetry of my son, a Music therapist and Musician, known as the GentlemanBoss.
If you can’t keep the mandates, you ain’t worthy of the name… these lame brains. are pieces of work they besmirch the gift, they are just bums their blood ain’t young… bridges they’ve burned to never return, no honor in them they are juniors, not seniors detestable, not commendable… hot darts to deadbeats walking streets wasting space… as a fucking disgrace.
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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