Published in More homework?
Published in More homework?
Published in More homework?
Image credit by Steve Harvey
Image credit by Steve Harvey
Image credit by Steve Harvey
Nadine Wessels
Nadine Wessels
Nadine Wessels
💜 Nadine Wessels is feeling the burn. Apologies don't come easy, luckily forgiveness does come naturally. You know my handle? DM me. You know my number - just phone me. Let's talk or be the talk of the town 😘 Remember; "Dreams are whispers from the heart" so don't make them shout. Stay the course. Come what may.
💜 Nadine Wessels is feeling the burn. Apologies don't come easy, luckily forgiveness does come naturally. You know my handle? DM me. You know my number - just phone me. Let's talk or be the talk of the town 😘 Remember; "Dreams are whispers from the heart" so don't make them shout. Stay the course. Come what may.
💜 Nadine Wessels is feeling the burn. Apologies don't come easy, luckily forgiveness does come naturally. You know my handle? DM me. You know my number - just phone me. Let's talk or be the talk of the town 😘 Remember; "Dreams are whispers from the heart" so don't make them shout. Stay the course. Come what may.
June 9, 2023
June 9, 2023
June 9, 2023
Not impressed!
Not impressed!
Not impressed!
J'etais difficile?
J'etais difficile?
J'etais difficile?
Thinking aloud.
Where have all the good guys & gals gone?
What a shameful display.
Three degrees (qualifications, not ℃) and still stupid. If I add juggling to my CV would that help?
Perhaps juggling, and fire-breath. (Just between us, working through school as a server did teach me some unique skills.)
Alas, all eloquence has left me.
Life skills - a debutant at ##?
There she stood, dressed down and freezing. Cigarette dead in her hand. As she gazed up at the four-story building. Distaste twisting her face. The stench hitting her nostrils. Still shell-shocked by the large betrayal.
It took the forked tongue of one small man to end up here. A liar with a G-O-D complex. A constabulary with no moral integrity, and the over-worked skills of a man of the court. Justice may be blind, but the judge is not. Clearly.
As I ground the cigarette into the debris flying around me, I feel her eyes on me. A woman. Heavily pregnant with a youngster attached to her hand. Her hair is as grey as is her skin. Mottled flecks on her cheeks with too prominent cheekbones and eyes that cannot see but are wide open. She's too young to look this way. I'm too old to be here anyway. Just as my hand twitches for my camera, I realise. No. This is not the time or place.
Entering the abandoned building, with no press badge, just a sketchbook. And some headphones. Just like every other "lost" youth. As I said, I am feeling way to jaded for this waste of time. Biting my tongue and chewing my cheek. Of course, I am polite. As polite as the icy wind that blows through every nook and cranny.
This is a college. At least that's what the sign outside says. Inside I'm totally flabbergasted when I get off on the wrong floor. The classrooms are empty, except for the reception area. I see the bullet hole in the glass door, at least that is what it appears to be. The door is still intact, with cracks radiating from a small hole.
I swallow hard as I back away. Memories of a different time and a different life unwinding with each step.
Thinking to myself, "yeah, it's a college all right." One of the new ones who make their money by selling qualifications online. Obviously at least one client was very disillusioned.
I sigh, hop on the elevator, and reach the right floor. Cursing my luck that the one building I will enter today does not have a staircase. "Wait a minute? That is a safety violation!" Then again, this whole area is a toxic dump. Coming from me, that is high praise.
See, these are the things I know. That I've been trained to spot. I am no stranger to poverty, still I thank the good angel every day. I might be the wrong shade, but at least my money is honest, and my bed is warm.
Therefore, I glow. I learn and I grow.
To quote a stranger "You are not a tree man, MOVE!"
Not ☝️ the correct picture, but not far off point either…
Told you I glow :-D
Resigner 💜 standing resolute.
Hold on to the dream. With both hands, teeth, and a brick. The river is wide, but it does have shallow places.
#justmoveforward
In case you missed "A cold day in June". Coming up:
A look at science fiction in the 20th? Century
A return to Cinders - giving Peculiar Brain Trash a wide berth
Thinking aloud.
Where have all the good guys & gals gone?
What a shameful display.
Three degrees (qualifications, not ℃) and still stupid. If I add juggling to my CV would that help?
Perhaps juggling, and fire-breath. (Just between us, working through school as a server did teach me some unique skills.)
Alas, all eloquence has left me.
Life skills - a debutant at ##?
There she stood, dressed down and freezing. Cigarette dead in her hand. As she gazed up at the four-story building. Distaste twisting her face. The stench hitting her nostrils. Still shell-shocked by the large betrayal.
It took the forked tongue of one small man to end up here. A liar with a G-O-D complex. A constabulary with no moral integrity, and the over-worked skills of a man of the court. Justice may be blind, but the judge is not. Clearly.
As I ground the cigarette into the debris flying around me, I feel her eyes on me. A woman. Heavily pregnant with a youngster attached to her hand. Her hair is as grey as is her skin. Mottled flecks on her cheeks with too prominent cheekbones and eyes that cannot see but are wide open. She's too young to look this way. I'm too old to be here anyway. Just as my hand twitches for my camera, I realise. No. This is not the time or place.
Entering the abandoned building, with no press badge, just a sketchbook. And some headphones. Just like every other "lost" youth. As I said, I am feeling way to jaded for this waste of time. Biting my tongue and chewing my cheek. Of course, I am polite. As polite as the icy wind that blows through every nook and cranny.
This is a college. At least that's what the sign outside says. Inside I'm totally flabbergasted when I get off on the wrong floor. The classrooms are empty, except for the reception area. I see the bullet hole in the glass door, at least that is what it appears to be. The door is still intact, with cracks radiating from a small hole.
I swallow hard as I back away. Memories of a different time and a different life unwinding with each step.
Thinking to myself, "yeah, it's a college all right." One of the new ones who make their money by selling qualifications online. Obviously at least one client was very disillusioned.
I sigh, hop on the elevator, and reach the right floor. Cursing my luck that the one building I will enter today does not have a staircase. "Wait a minute? That is a safety violation!" Then again, this whole area is a toxic dump. Coming from me, that is high praise.
See, these are the things I know. That I've been trained to spot. I am no stranger to poverty, still I thank the good angel every day. I might be the wrong shade, but at least my money is honest, and my bed is warm.
Therefore, I glow. I learn and I grow.
To quote a stranger "You are not a tree man, MOVE!"
Not ☝️ the correct picture, but not far off point either…
Told you I glow :-D
Resigner 💜 standing resolute.
Hold on to the dream. With both hands, teeth, and a brick. The river is wide, but it does have shallow places.
#justmoveforward
In case you missed "A cold day in June". Coming up:
A look at science fiction in the 20th? Century
A return to Cinders - giving Peculiar Brain Trash a wide berth
Thinking aloud.
Where have all the good guys & gals gone?
What a shameful display.
Three degrees (qualifications, not ℃) and still stupid. If I add juggling to my CV would that help?
Perhaps juggling, and fire-breath. (Just between us, working through school as a server did teach me some unique skills.)
Alas, all eloquence has left me.
Life skills - a debutant at ##?
There she stood, dressed down and freezing. Cigarette dead in her hand. As she gazed up at the four-story building. Distaste twisting her face. The stench hitting her nostrils. Still shell-shocked by the large betrayal.
It took the forked tongue of one small man to end up here. A liar with a G-O-D complex. A constabulary with no moral integrity, and the over-worked skills of a man of the court. Justice may be blind, but the judge is not. Clearly.
As I ground the cigarette into the debris flying around me, I feel her eyes on me. A woman. Heavily pregnant with a youngster attached to her hand. Her hair is as grey as is her skin. Mottled flecks on her cheeks with too prominent cheekbones and eyes that cannot see but are wide open. She's too young to look this way. I'm too old to be here anyway. Just as my hand twitches for my camera, I realise. No. This is not the time or place.
Entering the abandoned building, with no press badge, just a sketchbook. And some headphones. Just like every other "lost" youth. As I said, I am feeling way to jaded for this waste of time. Biting my tongue and chewing my cheek. Of course, I am polite. As polite as the icy wind that blows through every nook and cranny.
This is a college. At least that's what the sign outside says. Inside I'm totally flabbergasted when I get off on the wrong floor. The classrooms are empty, except for the reception area. I see the bullet hole in the glass door, at least that is what it appears to be. The door is still intact, with cracks radiating from a small hole.
I swallow hard as I back away. Memories of a different time and a different life unwinding with each step.
Thinking to myself, "yeah, it's a college all right." One of the new ones who make their money by selling qualifications online. Obviously at least one client was very disillusioned.
I sigh, hop on the elevator, and reach the right floor. Cursing my luck that the one building I will enter today does not have a staircase. "Wait a minute? That is a safety violation!" Then again, this whole area is a toxic dump. Coming from me, that is high praise.
See, these are the things I know. That I've been trained to spot. I am no stranger to poverty, still I thank the good angel every day. I might be the wrong shade, but at least my money is honest, and my bed is warm.
Therefore, I glow. I learn and I grow.
To quote a stranger "You are not a tree man, MOVE!"
Not ☝️ the correct picture, but not far off point either…
Told you I glow :-D
Resigner 💜 standing resolute.
Hold on to the dream. With both hands, teeth, and a brick. The river is wide, but it does have shallow places.
#justmoveforward
In case you missed "A cold day in June". Coming up:
A look at science fiction in the 20th? Century
A return to Cinders - giving Peculiar Brain Trash a wide berth
