Your pen has power, Naajir. You weld it like a trident of discourse. Because you see that discourse and use it against itself.
Always well spoken with a keen wisdom.

Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend. This has a flow that would make great song lyrics. Nicely done per usual brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

We read this thinking of all the people now wanting to claim innocence, The supporters of Nero and Caligua who supported the emperor even after discovering their madness. The mad rulers campaign on their sickness and still found themselves in power. There is no depth to the madness, you lose yourself using the normal routes to navigate. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

One of my favorites by you. Excellent writing, Crimsin.

Your writing always puts a spell on me. Great work Brenda. xo

Magically written, dear Crimsin. Your words are powerful and enchanting!

Ouch.. Hauntingly penned, Keith. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a hauntingly intense poem! One of the cases where you can completely understand the underlying motif. Nevertheless, everything in me cries for a peaceful solution.
Great job, dear Keith!

Powerfully penned, Keith. A well thought out list my friend. I thought for sure you’d say selling organs on the dark web. That was uncalled for on my part, your influence has started to rub off on me. lol. Appreciate you.

Damian

Number 8 is the artist’s way. If the artwork didn’t sell you can always return to the Hannibal option.

In the crime novel The sculptor” by chris Carter, the killer does exactly what you suggest, creating art of his victims. You should send him your list. I’m sure he would be very grateful.
Your criminal mind is as adorable as your creative mind my friend!

At the weekly neighborhood meeting, old Mrs. Duarte leaned in toward Paulo with a conspiratorial whisper. “Get rid of the evidence for good.” Paulo froze. He’d only been in charge of organizing the community bake sale for two days — what evidence could she possibly mean?
She pointed at the table behind him. There, in plain sight, sat the charred remains of what was supposed to be her famous lemon cake. “It never happened,” she said, crossing her arms. “If anyone asks, tell them the oven betrayed me.”
Paulo nodded solemnly, swept the crumbs into a napkin, and decided that some secrets were worth keeping — especially when they smelled like burnt sugar.

You’re very inspiring, my friend. Hugs.

Powerfully penned, Keith. You gotta do what you gotta do. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hi dearest Keith sounds like a plan you could always meet someone new ❤️

Rocky or Expendables? Burger sounds good

Slayer, Stallone and steak are priorities. Well written piece. “)

Slayer! A very direct and clear message. Slayer and cheese burgers really made me think about life. I often use People = SHIT as a meditation. Great work.
Regards James