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Category: Dreams
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My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back…
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Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
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People are here because they don't have to be here very often. But isn't showing up Step #1 in: How To Build An Effective Team? Why are you here? Is it because the two of us have very different ideas on how to define "Fun!?" Would we even know what to say to each other…
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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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To My Tin Ear Troubadour, O.k. then, pitch your tent. While you're at it, be sure to sew up the rents in the fabric of your argument. That's the best way to lure the lucky into your lair. 1.) Who are these lucky allowed entrance?2.) What do they become when you let them leave? And…
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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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KindnessIsSometimesShady Memories areYielding Greatness is secondary toEarnestnessNever let action become thoughts Xylose and roses Another year pierces the heartSolidifying the need forSolitude
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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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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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