poetry
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Reverse-Mulleting
Well, hello there you delectable crumpet. Please prepare yourself for the mandatory buttering module. Q: What do a basketball pregame show and a bris have in common? A: Everyone’s just waiting around for the tip-off. Considerably fewer people know what a bris is than I had assumed so this joke has been falling somewhat flat… Continue reading
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Pricks and Bones
There’s something almost magical about sitting down at the computer to write with zero plan. It’s our understanding of infinity loosely fulfilled. Like a queer Schrodinger’s box on meth where the cat could in the end be dead, alive, a velociraptor, potted fern, 1915 Cracker-Jack Ty Cobb Baseball card, Jesus Christ or any other perceivable… Continue reading
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“Singing in the Pain”
Welcome back fellow revelers, your readership is truly an honor! Trapped at home today with some relatively debilitating back pain at least I’m afforded an opportunity to babble incoherently. It should be mentioned that some prescription medication was imbibed such that my on again/ off again relationship with cogency may be due some general disruption.… Continue reading
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