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For some reason Yahoo wants to insist there is a weather alert in this area today but refuses to tell me what it is. There’s a yellow exclamation mark followed by a red alert and an arrow tab, bu...
It’s later in the day, um, er, ah, apropos to nothing in particular except there’s a lot less left on the back end of this day than the front end. I picked up a paperback from Amazon because 1) T...
All around the Mulberry bush
I find myself having shed this habit. I would have preferred not to. I mean the writing habit. Casually browsing this site since its inception I find that the Box itself gets blamed from time to ...
Don't Stop
Written about half of a half dozen half entries, but I’m not very good at math. If I learned anything from all that almost full waste of digital ink it’s this; don’t stop moving. If you know what...
This is an egg on Drugs
Yeah, you know, it’s one of those day. Oops, let me try that last bit again …It’s one of those days and shit. There that ought to do it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub_a2t0ZfTs https://...
Fat in the Fire
The juice in my vapor is an aged bourbon with a hint of orange peel and vanilla and the ribbon wick candle burning in my cave is tobacco scented and my bandwidth went hunting for the weirdest cor...
Jesus Wept
No, no, no, no. Yes. Maybe. Sort of, probably, Betcha- even odds. That ain’t rhetoric, baby, that’s philosophy. Well, it’s philosophy the way that Cheetos are food; you can eat em and though t...
It’s late I should be asleep, but it came to me, as those nagging little things often do, that song, Sinner come home in the last entry, give or take an entry? Streets of Laredo is what I was thi...
Oh Sinner come on Home
So I bought my mom and a friend a kindle and since it’s on my prime account they come with the idea that it’s mine. Wait, no, Amazon might address things to me, but they don’t really know me, I m...
Michigan Skeeters; the other other white meat
A few days ago I tossed something off about liking a mid-day thunderstorm (yes, I know, I used tossed off on purpose, the pun and it’s implications intended. With all due respect and humility tha...
Ducts and Ductlings all in a row EDIT tunes
Addressing the blues I see you’re drinking again You’re smoking smack inside your cigarette And looking pale an d thin, it’s a shame, it’s a pity In New York City (well, well, well) --- Soni...
Type title here
Rarely am I at a loss for words, though, I believe, I’ve launched many a filibusting oration with that very phrase. Ok, that’s a clumsy sentence; I’ve been self-conscious of starting off anything...
Darkness at the crack of noon
A few minutes ago I stood on the front lawn, barefoot, shorts and ratty T from the 76 Animals tour (pink Floyd, not Eric Burden). The clouds were low and black and tinged with green, the birds ha...
Kay, so, I’m going to pretend I’m normal and you pretend you’re normal and I’m going to write about shit nobody cares about and you will leave notes like “You go Girl” “Keep on Keeping on” or “Lm...
“’ I thought you died a long, long time ago’ ‘oh no, not me, I never lost control You’re face to face with the man who sold the world’” --- David Bowie Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autogra...
Took a look at the flash Friday prompts. I snorted. I do that sometimes, I snort. This is 2014, sexism, racism, cataclysm (you caught me, that was a sesame street thing) aren’t gone we just have ...
Appreciate the notes on the last entry and am a bit embarrassed, I was shooting for poking a bit of fun at the idea of a grief counselor with just a dash of I-might-be-losing-my-shit-on-other-fro...
In the cool of the morning I ventured out to the MSU clinic to pick up my mom’s prescriptions. Even mad-dogs and Englishmen don’t venture into the humid midday swamp. I’m pretty good with dogs, b...
A weak chain of thought now with even less editing
This is an entry about a character very much like myself who lives vicariously through his own fiction based on events that have happened or will happen; this is a diary. It was supposed to a be ...
Wrote this for a memorial site, no disrespect intended
My father was the smartest man I knew and gregarious in this. He was not just a professor, he was a teacher; it was a rare and precious gift, a passion to instill critical thought into generation...
The End
My father passed away in his sleep this afternoon.
I am unfit for public consumption. My brother set up a memorial website for my father and in my blurb somewhere I said something to the effect of ---Not to speak dead of the ill. Just saying. W...
Friday right? EDIT
You know that old saw Truth is Stranger than fiction? It’s redundant. Strange shit is stranger than less strange shit and that measuring stick is in the pants of the beholder, unless, of course, ...
Neglect. No, hang on, negligence. Naw, just wanted to start something with a word I don’t start things off with. I had a week, lawd, a powerful week, a powerful and weak week. A bunch of things ...
Just a thing
Read this interview with a Greek doctor who has been doing e-cigarette studies. He’s still setting up the protocols and whatnot and there isn’t anything hard and fast in his answers, but it sound...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
