Tweets for Posterity 93.

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Nothing more than fodder, to feed war’s voracious hunger. #malmaxa

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what is the price of a scent, or a sound? #thought

Till, later, perhaps, my weekend will be full with editing… I might throw the scraps / gems twitter’s way. {you be the judge}

A statue balanced on a boulder, frozen by sorrow’s chill breath.

Is Malmaxa heavy, is lead light, do feathers fly? Are each of the above true? Wait another few days, and I’ll tell.

While these tweets indicate I’m here, I’m more absent than present.

Watching, more than participating. #thought

Malevolent presence perceived, he spun toward it…

Hunter gatherers are we, our eyes ever drawn to movement, and the danger it conceals. {going to have to mimimize Twitter, before I kill it!}

…rudely wrenched from his flesh, leaving his wrist unadorned, and his soul more naked than clothing’s lack could ever make him.