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Category: Belief
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In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way…
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Pitchforks grasped within sweaty fists. Fair and balanced they are not, but the Tastemakers set the pace and throw shit like nobody's business. Drop and roll and duck and cover. Misery is today's Blue Plate Special. Hatred is an acquired taste. Acceptance, evidently, requires a blood test. Have willpower, Patience! You'll never be the right…
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The light is diffused where you sit; off days spent pondering a smoky room. Why aren't you running out of the building, screaming FIRE! FIRE!? If it weren't for the Dead End advice Leoni gave me, I'd have believed all this time you were the Zeitgeist Master. What a disaster that would've been. I'm sick of…
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Got cake and balloons two days before my birthday. Two people in my sphere were actually born on the 24th. One forgot it was his moment to be recognized and declined his slice of eternity. The other was a lady engaged in official business of the head-counting sort at Waistland Industries. She got balloons at…
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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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I wear above-the-knee skirts for those who can't. Stay in my lane? Ha! We don't need no stinkin' lanes. But every so often a cattle chute is useful. Hey, baby. Your authenticity is showing.
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Shoved to the back of the shelf with a hole in my belly. My appearance invites conversations about identity and isms, so I suppose I can't complain about my station in life. I came into the world like this, but it's your perception that defines me. Some see a foe, a friend, a fetish. I…
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2017 seemed like a good idea. Resolutions you won't find me mucking about with, but here are a few thoughts as we try another year on for size: * Be kind to your favorite unreliable narrator. * Keep the O's. Toss the X's. * All the iterations of Porkins go down in a fiery ball.…
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What have you turned to gold in your workshop this year? Did you write a happy ending? Did you build a solid beginning? Did you set out with Right Intention when you created your Invention? If none of the above ring true, you're invited to kick around a resolution or two. 2018 wants to hear…
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I've tossed all my maps on the Yule bonfire, so you're my guide now. What will the world look like when we make up new coordinates? Ah, the fallacy of maps! They seem to ask: What has power over you? Maps suggest the uncomfortable, too: Greenland is Bigger because White is Better. Paper trails, that's…
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