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this big Saturday

at last, the rain, and it comes down heavy this hot air, balloon summer, humid and sulky I stood around outside for two hours just looking, shuffling, spitting sunflower nutshells on my tombstone sidewalk thinking of driving my motorcycle out … Continue reading

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having given up

my whole world is so scattered the basement and the attic the air has changed, my office is a war zone, and more than ever I’ve been picking my nose I still drink cold coffee, though I’ve decided to give … Continue reading

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