Monthly Archive: February 2017

Bupkis is obviously my karma. Looking into my accounts, Mrs. Merriweather snicked her pen against the wooden desk again and again like a rattlesnake circling a mouse. Except she was looking more and more to me like a pink-faced piglet…
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Max aimed low at a gnarled, brown bush and let out a steady, golden stream so pungent that a squirrel nearby immediately stopped digging to bury a nut. It lifted its tiny head, sniffing, and, with a horrified expression on…
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I used to think that emails were a sinkhole, more and more of them piling up in the Inbox, in the Trash, in the Junk folder, their spammy underpinnings collapsing away in on themselves by the very bulk of their…
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They tell me blue bottle, scratch-master tinct ease takes away the pain of all the maladies, but I really don’t care. The commercial cries of products and impulses—buy me, use us, pay attention now before it’s over—have finally started to…
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The goats Billings and Peele were eating the internet, and big old Oatie the dog looked on longingly. He couldn’t get close enough to the tasty-looking feast because of the chomping goats and their long, pointy horns. One of them…
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It’s hard to keep your spine straight with 39 degrees of scoliosis. It looks like I’m leaning toward the right, but I’m not. Not consciously. Politically, I couldn’t lean less towards the right. I often wonder if my spinal malady…
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Millie had a deep, concentrated frown on her face as she resignedly chewed and chewed and chewed away, She did not look happy. But, then again, who does on Cud Tax day? This year the deadline wasn’t April 15th either….
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Lzzzbroxxxyn was freaking out. Not another mammalian species with performance issues! Hadn’t they just taken care of those damn monkey creatures on that quaint little third planet of that dim yellow star halfway across the galaxy? This time they were…
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We’ve been calling across the ages, down the tricksy paths of time and probabilities, and finally someone has answered: you have. We don’t think you consciously know that you’ve answered yet. The trail of circumstances is still eking its way…
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You need to access the voices first, before you can write them consistently. “There you go again with the negative waves, man.” You need to feel where the demons of your being meet the angels of creation. “We’re not doing…
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