Peter GGs Prose

Begin again, indeed. Thank you dear listeners, as we comb the archives of the past racing to the present, never to catch up, never to get ahead. But why bother anyway, it's all about the journey. Always has been, my fellow holograms. Later.

A spark. A flame. Next thing you know, it's 2 bible fire. From the embers come ashes, from the basement, trolls... Pay up, play down, great balls of fire... Last episode for the season. I'll be back soon with Season 5, until then, stay alive, stay well, stay sane. Peace.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Is the podcast going down? Figuratively for sure, as in, down deep, dark allies of thoughts and prose, around and around she goes... Stay well, spread the, er joy!!!

Likes, camera, action! Hear the movies playing in Peter's mind, as written by the author and read by me. Subscribe and share people, every voice deserves to be heard. Peace.

Don't throw the baby out with the dirtiest, darkest, deepest water. Huh? Really. Half a K done, half a K to go. Spread and share this podcast please, to anyone and everyone who reads this. Peace.

Spell check gone mad on this one, did my best, some of them had an extra take, or two. Come on in, the water's fine, for a hologram.

Get a sneak peak at the novel unwritten, and a novel way to look at the world. Say goodbye and so long to 2017, and escape the nth wave of the nth month under the nth lockdown. Be safe.

1 pandemic. 2 Good Fridays restricted. 3 waves. 4 why? Dunno, don't cry. Happy Easter. Be well. Be kind.

Jump on in, the antimatter's fine, but be careful in the deep end, because no one really knows how deep it is. Be well, be kind. Peace.

Rap a circle around a c and copyright the write copy to Peter. Good stuff Maynard, maybe even great.