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Kvetch will be used in the place of bitch in this entry. We’ve become desensitized to the word and through overuse have perverted the meaning. I heard a phrase in some show I was watching, someon...

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Perhaps I have posted this before. How’m I s’pose to keep track of my own bad habits? Whether once or a million times, sometimes this song just insists itself.

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“Genetic experiments or did someone get sausage on an olive pizza?” “What?” “I heard noise.” “Numb-nuts seems to think stoner strength beats mommy strength.” “Oh, I know this one ‘Dude, a mom ca...

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There is a story I’ve written a few times from a few angles. I’ve been having a difficult time thinking of an October flash, but I have, just this moment, thought of deconstructing this story bec...

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Although I am not completely sure what “My Generation” means, I’m going to use it here in a few sentences with confidence. If I think about it too hard it sounds like Borg assimilation or new car...

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I’ve made promises, well, more like implications, that I would do creative things. Most pertinent to this little back-forty of the overt web (as opposed to the gray sub web) is a promise for flas...

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The least important things today were the things I didn’t do. I didn’t smoke a cigarette, for some reason that wasn’t easy today, I don’t know why, I just know I didn’t do it. I’ve kept half the ...

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So I went on a run of kindness the other day, driving through the autumnal landscape as it’s meant to be. Um, I’m just typing here so, I’ll digress even prior to egress — Lovely as the Willamette...

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Some days and I just don’t see eye to eye, it’s more like tooth to tooth. Not trying to get all biblical on your ass, just saying. It’s not the day so much as the clock and not really the clock b...

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Words of advice for flashers on hiatus; Do not watch bad Television on the day you normally flash. I am, of course, referring to them what write flash fiction on Friday. To them flashers what run...

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Missed yesterday. I didn’t go for my making-it-up-as-I-go-along knee therapy. It was wet and cold. Not going was a bad idea. I went today it was wetter and colder. Autumn is pretty around here; h...

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There’s this park in one of the bazillion townships that purple the eye of the local map. There is a stagnant little pond and a rectangular manmade lake; if you flew in a glider upside down from ...

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This town used to be different. I know, I used to be different, it’s not really an either/or type of deal though. You walk into your old elementary school as an adult and it seems much smaller th...

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Last week has been bad. I don’t want to whine about ailments and so starting today I’m not going too, though I haven’t whined to y’all at all. Knee, bad knee ju-ju, some kind of inflammation and ...

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Huh. I didn’t realize how intensely I’ve been absent. It’s been an interesting week. It’s been an interesting year considering how much has been spent sitting around doing nothing. I was thinking...

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Started a few entries during the last week, didn’t like them, melted them down into emoticons and threw the emoticons at passers by like beads at Madre gras. I was going to write an excuse entry ...

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I got plenty of good sense I ain’t even used yet.

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Ya get up in the morning You hear the chickens start to bitch Get milk and honey at the table Scratch that same old itch You go down to St James infirmary You let you mudflaps swang The doc’s a...

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“Hubris? Hubris? Fuck muffin it’s solipsism, the earth spins on its axis just to please your conceited ass.” She smiles; it darkens the room. “So that’s how you get hard.” Spit, white and hard, ...

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In a fit of peak’ed pique I peeked at Netflix, renewing for the billionth time a subscription. Every time I have broken off with Netflix there have been hard feelings, we have not “just remained ...

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I don’t have anything particular to say. I got out of the habit in keeping a journal and the lapses make me nervous; I’m not sure why. I was writing a story in my head the other night and it wasn...

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“Where are we going? And what are we doing in this handbasket?” “Fuck your mother.” “She’s dead you sick fuck.” Paint roared through the sky, splattering the trees with bright neon pink, green, b...

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Down the street the dogs are barking below the ragged caw of a crow and the pulsing wave of cricket chirps, a distant siren and the air, heavy, settling into restless leaves along shady avenues. ...

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Today might have been one of the muggiest days all summer here. It seems like bad form to bitch about it, so I won’t. Last night I came home late and saw and heard my favorite and least favorite ...

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