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The Sound Of One Hand Slapping
Tell me, should the dog’s bone be dropped from atop a couch onto the hardwood floor, BUT the downstairs neighbor isn’t home to hear it, does it still make a noise? Yes. It is, in fact, still cacophonous AF. Alternatively, what is the sound of one hand slapping? The proposed crack duality of dueling outcomes?… Continue reading
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“You can be my Yoko Homo”.
Good morning fair-weather friends, foul-weather companions and sunken inanimate wreckage. You are acknowledged! Most importantly, a cresting wave of gratitude to the amazing Gareth and his more than generous donation. Without you I would have even less time for these artistic pursuits and your support means more to me than these silly letter’s amalgamation could possibly… Continue reading
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“To flee, or not to flee”
Is it Friday again already? Not having had a vacation in several years, I may never return to normal human work again! Then again, I haven’t been overly successful monetizing my brain, or my body for that matter, so perhaps maintaining the status quo for now would be appropriate. I think the heat may finally… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 