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It’s foolish to think you ever would but I think of you often even after all this time. Every so often, I try to find you and always fail but every day, elsewise, I have you with me even if … Continue reading →

You’ve been drinking water. A lot of water. Enough water to drown a cow, you’ve been drinking. You hope you will see the results you’re looking for: the hunger abatement the cleared complexion the lack of blackouts from dehydration, but … Continue reading →

There are two kinds of people in this world: the categorists and the rest. Of the category-makers, there are two kinds of people: the insane and the rest. Of the insane category-keepers, there are two kinds of people: the anal … Continue reading →

Tense Anniversary On the tenth anniversary of your death I woke up unrefreshed and got to work late. I read a little from the latest Billy Collins but wrote no responses. I took some calls from random customers and had … Continue reading →

My Batman socks do not give me special powers. It’s stupid to think they would. Batman is one of the few non-powered people in all of the Detective Comics Pantheon. If anything, I’d need Supergirl socks to get something out … Continue reading →

I wanted to write something called Scary Monsters but I saw that it’s a David Bowie album. Then I thought about writing Scary Mansions but it’s a 3D video game so I considered writing Scary Manson but that’s pretty tautological … Continue reading →

Our needs are diametric. You need me to increase my attention and I need you to take more responsibility. Our rubber band stretches wobbly and who knows what will snap it? I don’t believe we can sustain this space we’ve … Continue reading →

It was unfortunate, that’s for sure… When we got to Dachau we saw that the guards had been busy carefully killing camp prisoners for days. We were horrified, of course, but keeps our heads about us as we rallied the … Continue reading →

Sweet little girl: so unassuming. The kind of sort of lady that you’d never be presuming would beat you ’round the bush with a flower or a tree but she’s making enemies out of everybody. Emma Mae’s into MMA. She … Continue reading →

Little FiFi’s gonna die. Look at that poor little Wiener Doodle rolling around in the grass, racing invisible particles wherever she smells them. So care-free, so wide-eyed, our Little FiFi. She doesn’t know, of course, that her time is short. … Continue reading →