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Eating Crow and Humble Pie
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Eating Crow and Humble Pie
House of Mirrors
Dodgson’s Abyss
A Moment of Rape
I thought it was but love that moved me Its lack what held me in death’s teeth For I could not leave, yet I could not stay In the desperate hours my feet but failed me Availing me to hurting I could not bear unmoved Nor live unchanged, if at all Decades since it [...]
How It Is (in the Gulf)
ABC News lies lies and tells more what else is new I say it as I hear it murmured in the oil. John Caylor has breathing difficulty breathing and is moving will be moving to the Beltway from Pensacola where he can breathe where he can sigh and call out like he sees it murmured [...]
The Barbershop Diaries, Volume 25: The Lottery, Part 6 (Finally)
The breath of the creature directed a fog seen only because of the tender mercy of a single ray of light passing through a crack somewhere, above, that I could not see. “My name is Antonio,” the creature muttered, offering a hand forward in friendship. “Or Tony, if you prefer.” “Jeff,” I replied, still concerned [...]
Republican Jesus
Teabaggers, propagandee and learning that a beach is never sandy….when you wanna wag the dog…it’s like fallin’ off a log…it’s so eazee…with propagandeeeee!… (unknown contemporary folksinger)
The Barbershop Diaries, Issue 24: The Lottery, Part 5
“You needs be careful when you talks to dat guy,” the man sitting next to me in the mess hall whispered. I continued chewing on my rubbery eggs, looking off into space inconspicuously. “He woiks for dem. He be lookin’ fah infamation.” “On who?” “On anybahdy. You, me, dem – anybahdy. Dey don’t care.” “What [...]
This Should Go Viral, In Honor of Turd Blossom Hissef
Seismic Wave’s DIY effort to “go Rouge” in honor of Karl Rove’s contribution to the end of representative government as we once knew it. I wish Zappa had lived long enough to hear it, see it, feel it.
The Barbershop Diaries, Issue 23: The Lottery, Part 4
One never knows the depth of intimacy possible in human experience until they have drunk to full from the lake of utter aloneness. “You get you some of that soap and clean off. I’ll be back in five minutes to take you to your cell.” The older deputy’s routine was to turn and walk off, [...]
The Barbershop Diaries, Issue 22: The Lottery, Part 3
No such luck. I’m going to jail for vandalism and destruction of private property. On Thanksgiving Day. Officer Drama wouldn’t even let me close the top on my new convertible. The back of most patrol cars is Spartan to the say the least. I suppose experience and the endless repetition offered up to the criminally [...]
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