I woke up yesterday to a couple new neighbors all up in my bricks.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
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nicollet caged
They say they can tell you weren’t born in Minneapolis by the way you can’t get Nicollet out your mouth right. Gotta swallow that middle syllable whole (read: there isn’t one) while giving a little headjerk nod of knowing, like acknowledging a peripheral you don’t actually want to talk to or pretending you’re a horse.…
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putting the dick in dick’s sanitation
The pile outside my window has been growing all week.
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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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blame art
Someones have been re-imagining my bike commute along the 35W sound / city-killer wall. I blame art!
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booooo target
This pretty much makes up for everything, for all time.
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the Midtown Greenway makes the seawall say mercy
The greenway is overgrown with a danger and a wildness.
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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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recapped
It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know. For worshiping idle, being economical, our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from…
