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Martha would be so proud.

Instead of drinking coffee in the morning, I think I’m going to switch to soy milk, or perhaps white-out. That way it won’t be so obvious when I spill all over the white kitchen counter and/or floor every gosh-damn morning.

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The measure of a man.

Despite warnings that it is unhealthy to read other blogs besides TWAT, I decided to branch out a bit today and see what the rest of the world has to say. I stumbled upon a lovely little site, the thoughts … Continue reading

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Parenthetical (some qualifying remarks).

Tony asked me if I would “…bite the hand that feeds you?” I replied, “Will you stay down on your knees?” Inspiration is hard to come by these days. A lot of quoting and alluding, but very little actual writing. … Continue reading

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paramour (a "segway")

until i have time to write my own words, i just want to say something to you, but once again i’m going to let wallace stevens say it for me: Light the first light of evening, as in a room … Continue reading

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TWAT

It was just pointed out to Tony and I that our little blog’s title spells out “twat.” We thought we’d take a moment to reflect on this rich legacy. As a noun, “twat” means: 1: a man who is a … Continue reading

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A deity of any sort.

READ THIS NOW!!!

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Maestro.

People always ask me, “How can you be so skinny and live so phat?”

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Women's Lib

I’m not sure this story gets better with the telling, but it is worth telling just the same. Otherwise it would fade in my already-bad memory never to be told again. And we couldn’t have that, now, could we? I … Continue reading

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Shards.

I am not a believer in the symbolism of dreams. However, I am an eye-witness of the power of images. I encountered one yesterday that repeated itself at night while I slept. And this, in turn, has affected the way … Continue reading

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Just hear this and then I'll go.

The genuine artist is never “true to life.” He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.

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