Category Archives: Stream of Consciousness

Solomon Kane

Inhabiting the Moment: Streaming my thoughts during the watching of Solomon Kane. Murder and mayhem as entertainment only because it is unreal. The potential story in the clash of cultures when those cultures are self assuredly full of themselves. The … Continue reading

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Sagebrush Stream

Sagebrush – any of several North American hoary composite subshrubs (genus Artemisia); especially a common plant (A. tridentata) having a bitter juice and an odor resembling sage and often covering vast tracts of alkaline plains in the western U.S. Sage … Continue reading

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Mud Bottom Flat

That is what my Consciousness feels like tonight, not a Stream but a Mud Bottom Flat. I can imagine stepping off barefoot into my stream’s mud. As that one foot lands, it slowly sinks as the stinky sludge oozes slowly … Continue reading

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The Here and Now

I have a couple of different Stream of Consciousness writing styles. Sometimes this type of writing for me includes what I call Rant or Soap Box writing. Other times, it is about small snippets of information over a lengthy period … Continue reading

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Super(less) Sunday

In a way this is a continuation of the post from last night. I’ve picked back up where I left off watching Sherlock. I am quite at a loss for words. I do not like being at a loss for … Continue reading

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Rant

It’s been a while since I’ve had a good rant. I’m overdue. So, here I go …. stream of consciousness style. Why rant? Not sure, but I have thoughts swirling and I need to get something out although, I’m not … Continue reading

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Boulder Strewn Path

It is amazing the boulders that fall into one’s path when one (one being me) determines to follow a given path. Robert Frost’s simple choice of a path in the woods – the one less traveled – seems so simplistic … Continue reading

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