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One day it's January The next day it's May Time slips away Quick without delay Last I checked it was Friday But now it's the work day The weekend wasted, it decayed Where did the time go ? I don't know Since I hit 10 years of age Time is anything but slow It goes fast Seems nothing lasts Where has time gone ?  Only Heaven knows But it goes Even so I bide my time I enjoy the present With presence of mind Simply being Being me Laughing and loving Unconditionally No worries Just letting things be.  5/30/20

Your brilliant face Illuminates my every day There is no other place I'd rather be Than shining in your light You are my sweet sun Always brightening up my life I am the moon that revolves around you So far, so close Love connects us Someday we will shine as one But for now, love keeps us alive. 5/22/20

Synopsis: A fluff fanfic featuring Giovanni Potage and a young woman by the name of Samantha ‘Sam’ Marmalade who bears the epithet ‘sandwich’. Giovanni meets Sam at her day job at the local Burger Shack. Later on in the day, he accidentally bumps into her and discovers that she too, has an epithet as well as a terribly tragic backstory. Chapter 1—Zing Go His Heart Strings Even though the Arsene Amulet was long since gone out of the hands of the Banzai Blasters, Giovanni had found himself on the lamb and looking for a place to crash. He missed his old bed, and he especially missed his mom. Sure, she yelled at him but she didn’t have any idea what he had been up to. She just chalked it all up to his obsession for video games, cosplay, anime and comics. Giovanni remembered Molly. ‘I really hope that Bear Trap is alright.’, he thought to himself. He hadn’t seen her in such a long time, but he always kept an optimistic thought. Somehow, he knew t...

Synopsis: It’s a crisis of the time-space continuum when the Rangers and their friends go on a wild adventure across multiverses due to the chaos that Deadpool is causing trying to manipulate outcomes for his greater good and take no heed into the consequences for all other realms involved because... guess what ! Multiverses, pocket universes, inverses, reverses, all of them are connected in some way, fashion or sense. ‘What a long, strange trip it’s been.’--lyrics from ‘Truckin’ as sung by The Grateful Dead ‘I will get by. I will survive. Cuz every silver lining is a touch of grey.’--lyrics from ‘Touch of Grey’ as sung by The Grateful Dead ‘It sounds like you’re making this up as you go along.’--Danny Rand to Stick ‘That’s what survivors do.’--Stick to Danny, The Defenders Chapter 1—You Have No IDEA What You are Messing With Ever since Deadpool had gotten his crafty mitts on Cable’s time travel disc, he had been using it to fashion ...

Synopsis: A couple expecting their first baby is delivered a package of unknown origin. Little do they know the horror it contains inside. ‘ Why are you buying something without even knowing what’s inside ? That’s like buying a pig in a poke ! You don’t know what you’re getting.’--my dad’s wisdom Chapter 1—Lou’s Discovery Lou was a man who didn’t believe in anything unless he could see, touch, quantify or empiricism it in some way, shape or form. His mind was entirely analytical, so it had been the ultimate irony that he had married his long-time childhood sweetheart, Tabitha. Tabitha was the polar opposite of her husband. She was more lyrical and free spirited when it came to life and the two were a rather interesting study in how differences can attract rather than repel. Tabitha was heavily pregnant and not certain on what the gender of her baby would be. Lou was the ordinary, beside-himself dad, overly anticipatory ...

Synopsis: A pop up market with unusual gifts. A curious collector of antiquities, Hakim Afriz, is searching for the rare and unusual. You may wonder exactly who I am and how long I have been traveling. Firstly, allow me to introduce myself. I am Hakim Afriz. I am what many would call a ‘gypsy’. A free spirit, a traveler. I go wherever the bazaar takes me and indulge in its exotic mysteries. I have been able to procure many unusual things, particularly treasures of the orient. My favorites come from Morocco but as an Egyptian, I have found something that piques my curiosity. As an architect and curator, I find myself at many digs and leading tours. The other capital I have I make in trades and buying and selling oil stock which I inherited from my papa, Mostafi. Mostafi since died and I am by myself on this side of the veil, but the tour groups, the stray animals and the mysticism of this place always remind me I am never alone. ...