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There are places where I’m allowed to pee and places where I really like to pee. I’ve actually heard a real live person say that. He was getting arrested at the time. He also said a bunch of thin...

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Somewhere below this is some chunk of dialogue orphaned on the desktop. Like so many in the foster care system, I’m not sure placing this orphaned dialogue will improve its quality of life or enc...

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I’ve lost the spark. Which spark? All of them. Not being fatal or dramatic, I lost them as in misplaced, not as in Dead. Of all the euphemism for death, lost is the one that confuses me most. Its...

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Much like you, I’m very fond of myself except for when I think I’m an asshole, or, when I’m just the observer to some grand or base display of someone elses design, yours, perhaps. It’s been hott...

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Guess I am capable of deleting partial entries, like there is a line where crap just isn’t going to get another chance to be digested. I’ve had a shitty month for no particular reason, nothing I ...

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So, the deal is that’s it’s really hot outside and I had to figure out what to do; it was a toss up between writing the below or napping. I sort of met half way. No, there is a subject in that la...

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The air smells of grass and copper today. I kept my eye out for huddled jackals gnashing in a circle. My morning might have been a bit colored by my week. The week was not exclusively mine, I’m p...

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My new MO is leaving an entry to marinate on the desktop for a while. The stuff below was written on an unbearably hot day. I’ll give y’all a heads when below is the below of a bygone day. This y...

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The following is intended for mature audiences only. Turns out they are so not my demographic, mature audiences. The following was not even intended as a thing. The age of bits and pieces of this...

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Today was the service for interning my brother in laws ashes in the small garden plot at Peoples Church, a church where his parents ashes were interned, and where his daughter attended and where ...

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Kindergarten teachers or parents teach us our colors with pigment on paper and the written representation followed by the verbal confirmation. When, or if, we remember learning our colors, that’s...

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There was this flautist named Jean-Pierre Rampal. He passed in 2000. I doubt there was any fanfare or mourning, not around here at any rate. I had the great good fortune to see him sometime in th...

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Day four of this particular back spasm and I don’t give a shit if famine and pestilence, death and the other horseman come riding. These things have lasted up to two weeks on the ugly side of the...

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Fair to partly cloudy afternoon, early May, in the palm of the mitten, pre-apocalypse, and I was thinking, as is oft my wont, is doing the right thing always the moral thing? No, the thought wasn...

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You know what? You know what? I’ll tell you what, boy, what killed the dinosaurs; Texas. Maybe a meteor too, but Texas sure had a hand in it. There are worse ways to commit Texas than reptile gen...

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I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I’m open to the idea that I still haven’t. But this ugly little bastard was going to keep pestering me until I wrote it down or drowned it in rum. Why rum...

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Spring came late here, some trees have just started little green buds, some haven’t. According to my weather app we’re under a red flag warning (yeah, I know, my first thought was Communists? Too...

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On TV or in the movies the sage teacher archetype or the arch nemesis will use the line “That’s the wrong question.” In real life the wrong question gets asked all the time and is rarely pointed ...

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Have a flat keyboard and panama red. They are only related in the most subjective of ways. Pre-panama red, over a week ago, I busted one of the pull-out foot’s on the keyboard. It’s either leanin...

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Memory sucks. Mine. Yours might too, how would I know? A case might be made that memory as a concept can often be negative. My lead in had to do with paws and head and where I put them. Heh, on l...

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“Have you met me?” “No.” “No?” “Yes, of course I’ve met you, no, you’re not using that right, you don’t start off a conversation that way. If I say something like ‘Ease up on the Shrimp’ or ‘Buzz...

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Seem to have misplaced one of the few marginal skills I have; the ability to transfer the voices in my head to paper. The skill isn’t marginal so much as the voices are. We do, as a people, have ...

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A few days ago, as the haredawg paws his way, I wrote something about women I used to date. It was an entry about trees, I had meant to get to the forest. I don’t quite understand the association...

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Thirteen Ways of Looking At a Blackbird might not be the best poem ever written, but it’s among a handful of perfect poems. It reveals without explanation, it interprets the world and implies com...

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