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The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge: I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs. Flukes don't like hot sauce.Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes.The key to beautiful skin is someone else's.Plaid is The Path…
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The Sales Associate asked what I was doing with the couple pair of jeans I had draped across my left arm. "I'm on my way to the dressing room to try them on?" "Go ahead," she said, "but show me when you're ready." "Ok?" "Trust me. I know how to size people. It's my job.…
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Second Acts. Encores. Whatcha gonna do when you no longer have to punch a clock? I don't golf. The thought of a cruise ship holiday makes my butthole pucker. I've been making art since I was a child, so that's not going to change, but neither will it pay for my upkeep in old age.…
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Benny showed me how to concoct a remedy to take back my life. I'd grown withdrawn and *bunchy because I gave away my power to someone else's dream. Benny could tell by the copious notes I scribbled in my book I hadn't a clue how to steer my boat. "You seem like the sort who'll…
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Hold on to that feeling of lightness and electricity because it can't be bottled or believed. [Fierce or fears?] Your illuminated halo disintegrates the world. (Be Mean To Keep 'Em Keen!) Walk into nothing and the sun will find you all the same. {I like cutting hearts out of garbage because it reminds me of…
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I don't like telling another person's story. Not if I wasn't an active participant in it or given written permission. Reckon it's due to my dislike of fictional memoirs and the scourge of humanity: fake news. I also realize this self-imposed creative restraint is the death knell for a writer. I go back-and-forth on the…
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Ok Melody, listen up. Truthie Ruthie here to help an old friend. You don't get a second chance to make a first … Quick! First thought that popped up … I wonder where my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces is I read in college and carried around with me like an In Case…
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Hey, where were you on Tuesday? Random cried all day because He Was The Only One. Too much responsibility to handle! That morning, he must not have donned his big boy pants. Anyway, your cousin said you're such a "head's down" guy that she often forgets you're here/there. The Buzzard didn't know you were out…
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what you see beneath ussupporting all our doubt and despairare bankers boxes full of paperdefaced with coordinates on howwe were supposed to steer this ship now the return is delayed on our uncharted trip we may as well be carried on this tricky wind andcount all the ways we can fuck up the simplest things …
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Soul got foreclosed onSource says:Git outta yer head!Night of Tentacles
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