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    III
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    III

    By Thomas E. Lloyd

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    Unapologetic. Bold. Unforgettable.

    III isn't just a book- it's an experience. Poetry that

    cuts deep, Memoirs that reveal everything,

    and short stories that keep you laughing when

    you least expect it.

    Feel the seduction of "Tiger Stripes," hunt the

    shadows in "Witch Hunter," and tilt your

    reality with the quirky brilliance of "Felix Tilting."

    Each page pulls you closer, Daring you to see

    the world through a lens you've never

    Imagined.

    This is the third act of a trilogy, but the first to

    meet your hands- A standalone masterpiece

     that will linger in your mind long after you've

    closed the cover. Life's full of hard, beautiful,

    truths- just like this book.

    Dare to turn the page.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThomas E. Lloyd
    Release dateDec 26, 2024
    ISBN9798227302588
    III
    Author

    Thomas E. Lloyd

    Legend has it, T. E. Lloyd's writing career began not with a pen, but with a punishment. At the tender age of six, he was caught pulling a classmate's ponytail and sentenced to the chalkboard: 100 repetitions of "I will not pull Natalia's ponytail in class." By line 25, rebellion struck, and a lifetime of creative defiance was born. Fast forward to today, and that spark has ignited into III, a groundbreaking debut that blends poetry, memoirs, and hilarity into a literary rollercoaster you won't forget. Drawing on personal experiences as raw as a scraped knee and as vivid as childhood mischief, III doesn't just tell stories—it lives them, inviting readers to laugh, cry, and rediscover the joy of seeing life through a mischievous, unfiltered lens. This is not just a book. It's the anthem of anyone who's ever felt too much, laughed too loud, or dared to color outside the lines. With III, Lloyd delivers a rallying cry for the rebels, the dreamers, and anyone bold enough to embrace the messiness of being human. Read at your own risk: this book will change the way you see the world—and yourself.    

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      III - Thomas E. Lloyd

      What I once was showed me where I should be. What I am now is a result of that pursuit. Where I will be, is where I once was, before I knew I was supposed to be there.

      Sweet

      Make a mold

      of my pecker.

      Make the party

      better.

      Every girl gonna

      Popsicle me.

      Of Angels & Not

      Certain of existence , existing among us, all around.

      In the light, splatters of dusty sparkle

      In the clouds burning horizon sun

      In the hair golden, breath of a new

      They are here, as we are true.

      Love ones lost; lost ones loved

      So much so they couldn’t.

      All around us, they are

      Beautiful spirit world – not of this

      Gift of God all that is good

      Gracious, kind loving and free.

      Save us from ourselves, protect us while weak

      Always ever, they are there

      ...and I am not.

      Cicerone

      Never have I worn on my arm

      Coiled under sheets silken,

      Left trembling in ours

      Played lightly and loved.

      For her, the moment and

      do I dare say I do...?

      it stopped.

      Every hurt away,

      as the strongest, carried

      the weakest of me far.

      Tight I held, just as tight as I could,

      to try and stay there,

      where where isn’t. 

      I know, and swear this, it exists.

      The scary place in between is, and all.

      I know less having been there

      ...her dress was black.

      Poet

      Iwrote something today ,

      I’m not sure if it’s good.

      Still, I feel a little better inside,

      because I wrote, it’s written, and I ride.

      I wrote something today,

      Let a little of mad me out.

      Didn’t hurt the paper that much,

      Just me and a pen and a pad and a rush.

      I wrote something today,

      On the wall, for all to see

      How bad I am

      mean-scar walking.

      Maybe two or four

      I don’t know anymore-

      I think maybe I should’ve written

      something else.

      I wrote something today,

      Crazy love thoughts,

      And things I can’t tell no one.

      Most would make fun

      if they didn’t know me, or care

      But I’m not scared

      And I’ll always write

      About you, and I, and her, and those, and they.

      And that, and this, and why, where, when and which

      On and on, I won’t stop until I’m all...gone

      Poet.

      Coyote Hell

      So, I have this friend who has some land and some weird shit goes on round there, especially in the a.m. The coyotes, pretty normal around these parts, are usually just coming in from doing their hunting thingy all night long.

      So, they're all wound up, yip yapping away at nothing, and that is when it goes wrong.  See, I did mention weird right? Well, it gets worse if you hang around at night.  I wouldn't suggest it though, and after what I'm about to tell you, you wouldn't go either.

      Somethings foul out there, on that piece of land, chills me to the bone just thinking of it understand?

      So, the yipping and yapping is pretty norm, and then one will start in with a little more. Squealy sounds like a baby pig calling for its mama.  Another will join in, and it’ll be like a little girl, who just fell off a swing and scraped up her knee pretty bad.  Then, a third joins in, and it really gets to rocking, ‘cause it sounds just like a rooster crowing while being tickled. What? With a shotgun.

      The others join in, and you’ll begin to believe you’ve gone to Hell. Because there’s the screaming frog, the broken accordion, wicked whistler, drowning deer, and the worst of them all, I always hear-the blind banshee.

      Now, if that weren’t enough, the suns just coming up you see, (no you don't cause it's just coming up) and these things you can't tell where they’re at, or where the sounds are coming from. The shrill, terrorizing taunts haunt from all sides and there’s nowhere to hide.  It was then, that I realized that these fuckers could fly!  I know what you're thinking that maybe I shouldn't be drinking, but if you heard and saw what I didn't, you would as well. Cause the bastards are invisible when they’re airborne, and straight-out of Hell!

      Sent here wild, demon-dogs screeching their wailing, haunting-howls into the waking wind. Making mush out of brave men, leaving them left with untidy whiteys. Whoa that’s a sin! 

      Hungry, starving, scavengers searching for lost bunny souls, they own the crisp morning desert, and they'll make you dessert if you don't heed my words:

      Should scary, spooky, cooky, coyotes come calling.

      Blind banshee screaming, bunny-breath breathing.

      Flying all around and you can’t see them,

      wake up! ‘cause you’re not dreaming,

      sleeping, sick, or under a spell.

      It’s flying, invisible, coyote hell.

      So, ugh...What do you

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