This is the genesis of my singer persona, the bard, the Marc Kane, but always your friend...


Love: a Short StoryIn the early morning's faint embers, Kulinah passes a cart of yams, fresh from the labors of the day before. Yams, two feet long! The rains, now patiently awaited in these hottest days, had been kind, swelling the plant life with nourishment. As she and Sapla and two dozen others had tended the harvesting together, Desiree had come outside with the newly finished dress for Osun's wedding. The dress, too, had meaning, in the renewal of her relationship. Aside from the opportunity every five days to freshen their commitment in ash circles, the wedding holds a broader celebration of one another. &Love: a Short Story


I Search for My Soul 6 "Gina! Are you okay?" I hear this from far away as I look up into the eyes of young chuck, one of the newest recruits into the circle. I realize that I am looking up at him from my spot laying on the ground. Funny, I don't recall lying down, yet somehow here I am. I also cannot remember, for the life of me, any of the vision. All I recall is the pain... well, that, and the screaming that almost deafened my spirit! Guiltily, I glance at Chuck then the others and become aware of the hand that he holds out as if toI Search for My Soul 6
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....and I did it for the Lulz.
Don't insult my lulz with your nonlulzy ways.
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....and I did it for the Lulz.
Don't insult my lulz with your nonlulzy ways.
Marc
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....and I did it for the Lulz.
Don't insult my lulz with your nonlulzy ways.
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