I consider the calculus, how many steps to the stage, the likelihood of distraction with all the crowd smells and ground noms, what if someone careens into the aisle right on top of him?
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snail chainmail
He shines at cutting to the chase. Upfront about openness and great at advice, our hearts have often been in the best worst place, and he never lets me get away with not knowing what I’m really saying.
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trophies
Time does things. Knots your bootstraps and puts you to sleep.
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deepsicks is ten years old!
It feels like it’s outside of me, and it’s silly, I know. Like my website has an agenda and imagination of its own.
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sirens
What’re you gonna be for Halloweeeeeeen? Hell if we know.
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never miss a moment
Life will never be more amazing and mad than this.
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three inches
Not hard to keep my chin up, just hard to keep from laughing, I know better than to take anything too seriously.
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things don’t always go the way our soulful eyes would have them
Who would have thought you would still have your pride?
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the limits of hippie
I catch bees and bring them outside. Spiders I don’t mind.
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employed
It is October, unseasonably warm, and I am slave to a fat knee, twisted from dancing, naturally, in the clutches of crutches and bicycle envy.
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century of the self
Y’all cogs are fools, capitalistic tools, me too tis of thee, all sorts of angst I thought I’s over, sidling up to thirty.
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monstertime
Spring is come. I show my body who’s boss.
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whittier hell note
If the French hadn’t colonized Vietnam, I wouldn’t be eating this tasty bread.
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scaring out hell
The result of $4 in photocopies at Office Max, smashed against the Xerox glass.
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hit return hit home hit shift hit control hit end hit escape hit delete
The further I move into the future, the farther I am from the moments felt fleeting.
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i went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there.
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being a good american
When I first heard months ago that the Republican National Convention would assemble in St. Paul, a tic tore through my body, psychosomatic dread and detestation you’re not welcome don’t you dare shield your faces in my city. Worst, my howled-raw voice and middle fingers wouldn’t be there. I thought about it—taking break from idyllic…
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let the shames begin
Torn at the moment, an eight-year affair, two years divorced but I’m so goddamned close it’s all I can do to keep from crying just wanting to be there.
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limb.o
Hello, internets. I’m backed up on images with words falling into other places, and that’s just fine. April was roaming the seaside. I was in a new temporary neighborhood, with a housesat decrepit cat in a temporary frame of mind, tromping around in Papa Bear’s purple Crocs and watching BBC’s Planet Earth in a pile…
