Semi-Daily Scribbles
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So after the Swing Sisters rope and yodel their way through the dictionary with harp and hand saw, a palate cleanser is needed. Ah, I spy the goddess in position under the harsh, hot spotlight. She's a spray-painted vision in red. The goddess spins on pedicured toes and recites Joyce in her nasally voice and…
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competing voicesvolatile spring sings loudestlightningchorusbridge
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What I do feeds me. HeartBodyMindSoul. Nourished. No siren goes broke.
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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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Mastering the art of concealment. Track the quarry and give chase. Stealth brings out the eyes. Add a dab of blood behind each ear. Pull the lips back to drive the point home. We've never lost our taste for the easy kill. I am who I am despite the disguise.
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Is anyone surprised by anything anymore? I think we've all become really good at being caught unawares for show. A pantomime of sorts to convey the general look and feel of what it once meant to be bowled over. For example: "Wow! I've never seen/heard/tasted anything like that before!" Or, "Truthfully speaking, I can't tell…
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Experiences make us who we are. Choices must be made. The outcome? Something happens, it always does. Right or wrong or unexpected beyond belief. The reasons why we do things line our faces, whiten our hair, cloud our eyes. Then we know more than we ever thought possible. Good times are locked safe and tight…
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tear off the corner—stacks, stands, and opening bands—delay starts at 8
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The Fish People were kind enough this morning to leave a very exciting message in my mailbox. A magical event of extraordinary magnificence will be happening later this summer. Bummer I'm not on the other side of the pond, but dreams and random acts of make-believe will place me front and center before the dawn.
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pick up a dropped stitchtime is a wrinkle in space black absolves all fault
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