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August 12, 2016

Instant Pussy: looks strange but tastes just fine

Polite was taught to me at a very young age as keep your fucking mouth shut–anything beyond please and thanks, lid on it. I remember quite vividly the struggle this produced in even asking for basic things. Like, “May I use the restroom?” or “Can I have something to drink?” I would sit there, the…
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Published on August 12, 2016 08:45

August 10, 2016

prattle

is anyone going to call me on this bullshit we’ve corn growing out of our ears like jewels i hear nothing and he sees only me don’t make me a muse, my friend
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Published on August 10, 2016 20:27

August 3, 2016

June 26, 2016

days that remove themselves from the regular–monumental, no. askew just right

02/09/15 Trinidad, Colorado the ol’ Savoy, best post office I’ve ever been in & the eyes have it…
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Published on June 26, 2016 03:04

June 17, 2016

Trail’s End

  Trinidad, Colorado 02/09/2015    
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Published on June 17, 2016 02:20

June 11, 2016

food for thought

define reasonable (while listening 2) softly i regret to tell you off in the distance a muffled rumble, close. your eyes & it (do you hear that) w i l l    v i b r a t e    * t h r u* don’t. depend. too hard. on the adj. ectives time is…
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Published on June 11, 2016 15:44

June 8, 2016

May 23, 2016

gin and tonic minus the tonic

west coast notebook entry #9 (being so weird at the party) i have to wonder why the heck i’m here oh you midwestern people, aren’t you so quaint. oh you writer people, aren’t you so cute with your angst & rebellion. um, how can you hear anything at all in this room bellowing above a…
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Published on May 23, 2016 06:41

April 26, 2016

it’s one thing…

i want to love Meredosia–it’s my hometown. It’s one thing to come home to visit and find the town decimated as if a war or the apocalypse happened while you were gone. Were the residents sleeping? Are they okay? Is there anyone left? ..recalling though, oh yes–it’s just the ramp coming through, access to the…
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Published on April 26, 2016 18:20

April 19, 2016

Steel Reserve 211 (High Gravity)

trading a brown bag beer from the rite-aid for a cold one in my sweater.. i told you these are important decisions. gliding down sunset blvd when the gradients are just right the differently-abled humps her walker at the bus stop blowing devotions at the moon sky & all the while that twinkle in her…
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Published on April 19, 2016 02:02