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Some Words on 2016 and Other Crap; Listen Up!

Holy shit and fuck. (Might as well get those out the way, the cussing.) It’s going to be 2017. No one cares. I will be 30. No one cares. I sit here eggless, full fridge, and reflect on what I … Continue reading

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Some Truly Made-Up Stories about Learning and Inquiry

  “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.”  -John F. Kennedy “I don’t want people to think I’m a hypocrite.”  -GG Allin * Yeah, … Continue reading

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Happy New Fear! (Good Opinion!)

The New Year 2016, whatever, it didn’t matter. Time doesn’t matter. When it’s New Years Eve in New York, it’s the past in Australia. It’s not real, but we do it anyway.  When someone tells me that something is true, … Continue reading

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Bugs and Bother (La Crescent Weekend)

As comfortable as black gnats on light wind, in healthy sun with moving clouds, of a hard morning broken, on this busy weekend of deals, held up by metal & canvas lawn chairs, in dewed green grass, of a small … Continue reading

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Why your cereal tastes like shit

Usually, when a bunch of people walk through where I am located (mostly at the library), I wonder to myself, why? I wonder why they are here in front of me, why I am here inside of me, and then … Continue reading

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Span of Observation

There is no freedom like under a bridge, especially one that is near a vast and famous flow of water. I have found throughout the years, that I—myself, love sitting next to the Mississippi river on abandoned train bridges, while … Continue reading

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On Punctuality, I Want The Job (A Metaphor of the Coming Apocalypse)

Sometimes I wonder, why do they pay her again? I don’t know. She comes in late, she offers elaborate excuses, and she leaves early only on the days that end in “Y” because of this or that. I would do … Continue reading

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