Wayward Thoughts

Memories aren’t sepia, but fading photos make it seem that way.


My dream: to go an entire day without being criticized.


Integrity means being the same person wherever you go (says a man writing under a pseudonym).


My diet is terrible, but I’ve been making up for it with lack of exercise.


There is no time like the present, although a few seconds ago was pretty similar.


If you haven’t spoken to people at least once in the last week while on mute, what are you really doing?


It’s as important to take life humorously as to take it seriously, and it should probably be about 50% each.


The difference between politicians and black mold is that you can, with extreme effort, get rid of black mold.


Love is the answer. Unfortunately, the question appears to be “What should we never display in public discourse?”

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Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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