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What is Peppermint?

What is peppermint tea? Peppermint tea says a lot about you as a person. It says “Hey this guy or gal is a rambunctious go getter and man they’re looking really swell today.” Unfortunately the psycofrequencial good vibes emitted by the, very encouraging, tea are at a polar dissonance to human brain patterns and can … Continue reading What is Peppermint? →

Jacob McCray Early stuff Leave a comment 03/09/201925/08/2021 1 Minute

Weight Of Weight

  “Clocks move slower than time. It’s science, or at least something very science adjacent, surely. If only they’d fund the research.” The nebulous definition of “they” in which the bored thoughts flitted lackadaisical, were beginning to move onward toward what many male thoughts will do if given idleness. “If that man came at me … Continue reading Weight Of Weight →

Jacob McCray Early stuff Leave a comment 03/09/201925/08/2021 1 Minute

Yawn, Breakfast

The sunrise falls with the familiar thud of a Tuesday morning.   Bleeps of urgency, hidden amongst the repercussions of an anarchistic filing system, leave three dreams short of enough sleep to collect their fragments and give consciousness a try.The “merrily” chirping alarm, continues to go about its job with such a professional aplomb that it … Continue reading Yawn, Breakfast →

Jacob McCray Early stuff Leave a comment 03/09/201925/08/2021 1 Minute

The Battle Of Balendup Creek 1925

A small collection of mourners gathered, during the early hours of Tuesday morning, in silent vigil to remember the largely unknown skirmish that took place near a small creek bed in the Belandup local park.The creek (Unnamed) is a quaint rivulet, leading to a duck pond, and has historically made the short walk to Belandup … Continue reading The Battle Of Balendup Creek 1925 →

Jacob McCray Balendup Leave a comment 03/09/201925/08/2021 1 Minute

Book By The Old Oak

There’s a tiny story behind every happenstance. A book, diminutive in size, lays open upon the grass in the shade of an oak tree, its pages slowly beginning ruffled by a soft wind drifting past. The pages turn with a flick, then lingering as if held in place by a dreaming reader skimming over a disinteresting … Continue reading Book By The Old Oak →

Jacob McCray Early stuff Leave a comment 03/09/201925/08/2021 1 Minute
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