Uncle Lefticcullous was just coming home from work he took his boots off, washed his hands ,and sat down in his chair. His wife asked him" was he ready to eat?" He just nodded....His wife payed it no mind, she warmed up his plate and brought it to him. He sat there and looked up he was missing his fork , he didn't say anything. Well she said to him " Lordt I forgot your fork"...still he never said a word. He wrote down on a piece of paper that something happened at work...concerned she said "what was it, are you ok?" he opened his mouth and his two front teeth was missing she gasped ..he waved his hand and said" thirddeeteebee-own" she fell all the wayout. ©️#threethehardway

Looked for an half hour Sour like I cant speak sound doctrine Pen came back with its nose running Scratched my symphony off the label Told me that it was violent Thought that a revolutionary word would jump the fence Gabe me a restricted that made no sense "Don't make em mad by what you spit " I said "Shiiiiddddd I aint scared not one bit" Canceled my evening shift Put tape around the pen cause it was a little bent Put a explicit sticker right next to the clicker Talking about he had a brand new editor December bout to get that tail whipping Acting all snoodie I will.just get a new one then Threw that pen in the trash quick... ©️thelyricalexodus

Wild wild west Wednesday word wizards

🧩 AFTERWORD Inklogic (n.) The internal logic of written pain. 🖋️ SOULPRINT Grief arranges its own architecture. Every line rearranges what memory attempts. Ink follows the pathways created by feeling, shaping a script that understands without mercy, recording the places where language once faltered and now refuses to scatter. ✨ CLARITY SHARD Meaning gathers in the margins. Emotion learns its structure through the way you write it. Each sentence becomes a lantern for what your history still names. 🧠 REMEMORY Recall a moment when writing revealed the truth before you dared to name it. Describe how the realization moved through you and altered the room around your understanding. 🪶 SEAL I trust the wisdom inside every word I survive.

Things that end always have a beginning Harvest is always new Telling facts of what is to come and what went away Forgiveness begins Memories reveal Colors become alive Then you look at the Welcome mat Crisp Air... Layer after Layer of a gift that you never unwrapped.... It's for you .... Feel it Learn it Own it Keep the light on Only to Elevate8......get it Elevat8...