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All that we can’t Left behind.
Well isn’t it just looking Fall AF out there today. The leaves are beyond majestic and the squirrels, much like the freshmen university students, are liable to jump out into traffic at any moment. Constant Vigilance! Thanks professor Moody. Jermaine to the third last sentence, I did tragically end the life of one recently. His… Continue reading
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Ultimate Lameness, Pun Intended.
A vexing re-occurrence of intolerable spine twinging has at least served to provide me with the time to clack upon these patterned buttons in a vaguely rhythmic manner twice now in two days. Writing. It means I’m writing. And perhaps a mite touched. As I’m quite eager to return to my debilitating boredom and maudlin… Continue reading
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Oedipus Rex and Banging an X
Good day dear winners, losers, tie-ers and those apathetic or sage enough to avoid the event altogether. Not that those two traits are mutually exclusive per se. Collectively exhaustive? No, just collectively exhausting… Time is extremely limited this morning so I’m going to cut the typical blather short because today’s poem is actually half decent. Maybe… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 