Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Friendship
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Gary was spot–on when he told me to shut up at lunch today. I'm not going to lie (I'm writing this down for further analysis) or get bent out of shape. He said I love the sound of my own voice, especially when I'm in "Phony Mode" as he called it. Gary said I'm all…
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speak if you must but keep any messages tucked up under your skull. today is not a day to let one's tongue off the leash. restless, reluctant, and generally redundant is the emotional forecast for the week. what's been coming out of your mouth is a poor imitation of sincerity, and all your sensibilities are…
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"Ok, I'll concede the point," Stevie said in-between bites of a pineapple and Gruyère sandwich on banana bread, "but what I was trying to get you to understand is magic is made up of words, words are found in books, books are a nifty and convenient delivery system for language. Language creates worlds where magic…
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Micah didn't think of himself as a fish out of water. He didn't like the confinement of schools, is all. The more people wandered into his circle, the more Micah felt outside the action, like an observer of an experiment with which he had no connection. Crowds made for lonesome company, so the back of…
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If you can't put a thought into words, then you're dancing in the big black empty. Yeah? I brewed a pot of peppermint tea. Here, let me pour you a cup. And if I don't get out of here soon for some water–I'm talking miles of the stuff–and some right proper dim sum I am…
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Billie rolls up in her chair as quietly as she can, careful to avoid a clod of mud/shit and a beer can pyramid. She finds a vantage point and wedges her torso between the blossom-heavy branches of a red rhododendron. She imagines herself a stealthy forest sprite in search of a lost hiker to terrorize.…
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Really… what is the reason we do anything? Well, the above Thank You note is a hell of a fine one. Learn stuff. Do things. Make art. Pass on whatever you've learned along the way. Good. Bad. For All. For None. It worked for you. It didn't do a goddamn thing for me… Whatever.…
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"Be like that bird there in the live oak," Gary told me over the back fence. "Don't overthink your decisions. Take action but don't fall in love with any one particular outcome. You'll get your supper sure enough. What difference does it make if it's a worm or a cricket?" "Well, there's the texture thing.…
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Tuesday sends her regards, slipped in-between dodgy memories and a song that won't let go. It all blends nicely while we sit in the park, on a bench, drenched to the bone by that damn 40%. Wasn't supposed to be enough to worry about, so I went out and the umbrella stayed in. Fairytales are…
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I've left a deposit in the snow bank. Something for you to draw against when all the things scream to be made. Please don't think what I've buried is your private stash of Taschengeld. If you're hungry I know how to boil water. If there are holes in your stockings, I happen to dabble in…
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