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Aug. 13th, 2020 @ 07:31 am note to self
must be sweet, must be positive.

must not be an asshole.

must get breath-a-lyzer for computer so it won't switch on if i've had more than two beers.
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Mar. 21st, 2011 @ 10:28 am (no subject)
when a boy's parents start whispering in his ear things like "Son it's better to be dead than queer" he knows it's time to leave. only he can't leave becoz he's only ten years old
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Sep. 10th, 2010 @ 08:25 pm (no subject)
‎'hickholes' : a noun which works better in the plural, and describes places seen in the rear-view mirror by southern drag queens and some other cultural outlaws
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Sep. 10th, 2010 @ 12:13 pm little laps
the distance around the lake, in case anyone asks, is one-half mile.
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Sep. 10th, 2010 @ 12:10 pm (no subject)
"it is better to be on meds than to be a miserable old man."
-- Mr. Shife

"If you spend your whole life worrying then your life only has meaning if what you fear becomes real."
-- quoted by Shife, source unknown

this latter is only partially true. life has a way of providing unanticipated events, and some of them are fun.
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Aug. 28th, 2010 @ 07:19 am (no subject)
the main problem with the internet --from a consumerist point of view-- is that there is always --ALWAYS-- some new place to head, another whim to chase, a fresh idea at the end of a click. you don't leave the cerebral mall until the power goes out.
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Aug. 28th, 2010 @ 07:18 am (no subject)
i remember with wry irony when politicized hippies came to realize slowly that their dreams were not shared by most black folx in america, who actually did not want any part of revolution but wanted instead a piece of the pie, and whose hopes were modeled a good deal more on george jefferson than angela davis. this was quite a shock to those privileged enuf to have become weary of pie.
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May. 23rd, 2010 @ 06:42 pm (no subject)
we held hands in the prep room or whatever it is called, and my heart opened with a deep ache of thankfulness. i felt like a half-crazed swimmer who had got ashore, at last, within the being of my companion.
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May. 15th, 2010 @ 10:49 pm (no subject)
i walked into the bathroom and saw that with no drama or announcement he had removed all the clutter from the bathroom counter --the deodorant, toothpaste and mouthwash had all been pushed aside-- and i knew we would soon need the countertop for a new array of supplies-- bandages, swabs, antiseptics.
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May. 4th, 2010 @ 12:02 am (no subject)
how n the hell could a country boy mistake a dead young possum --with its thousand needle teeth bared in that awful grimace-- for a dead rat? "well, it had a naked tail" he said.
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