Archive For September 30, 2022

Negro Family On Way Here

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Negro Family On Way Here

Was in a department store  waiting for my wife  and I saw this grizzly-looking old dude  giving me the stink eye  and before I decided to start a fight,  realized I’d seen that guy before. A mirror. Take a moment and ask yourself, why don’t they want us to know our history? Why don’t they want…

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Like Blind Men Describing An Elephant

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Like Blind Men Describing An Elephant

If only we could always say our truths–if we could name the things that haunt us–maybe they could float up from us like the kind of helium that the birds would sip in the treetops. Then they would make us laugh and laugh. — Rita Zoey Chin In the mid-1800s, John Godfrey Saxe wrote a poem…

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How I Became A Cold War Hero With A Top Secret Security Clearance

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How I Became A Cold War Hero With A Top Secret Security Clearance

War is the greatest evil Satan has invented to corrupt our hearts and souls. We should honor our soldiers, but we should never honor war. – Dean Hughes One Veterans’ Day, I took my dogs to the vet. Bill came to $547.18. My monthly pay when I joined the USAF was $78. Oddly enough, a…

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Observations Upon Leaving The House

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Observations Upon Leaving The House

Some of the things I say are true, some are not, but it all happened. – Richard Pryor Supposed to be in Vegas for an important large family affair but no way to get there. We do not plane, not yet anyway. But the dogs already had reservations at Four Paws, so… we drove to…

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When You Discover You Are Not Actually Mixed-Race

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When You Discover You Are Not Actually Mixed-Race

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until… –  Walter de la Mare Have long swung back and forth between claiming I am…

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Perhaps A Babbling Brook

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Perhaps A Babbling Brook

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the Weather. – Bill Hicks My…

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Greetings From MAGA Country

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Greetings From MAGA Country

“What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening” – DJT. 24/7/18 Greetings from MAGA country. Greasily controlled by a white male Republican sheriff. Because really that’s all that’s important – our personal safety. The Sheriff has his own helicopter and his own speedboat and his own tank and he’s paid about as…

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Art Class #42 (Lynda Barry)

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Art Class #42 (Lynda Barry)

“We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.” Something about red-headed girls in glasses. Lynda Barry has always seemed to be a kindred spirit. Kindred as a little weird sister who brings you joy and I only wish I had her energetic sparkle. Do have so…

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“On The Road” Turns 65

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“On The Road” Turns 65

This isn’t just a jolly quest for “kicks” and beautiful girls and good times to be had at cheap prices. It’s a book about death and the search for something meaningful to hold on to—the famous search for “IT,” a truth larger than the self, which, of course, is never found. – Meghan O’Rourke Jack…

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Art Class #41 (Futura)

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Art Class #41 (Futura)

The artist—thin and beatific—sat cross-legged on the floor, spliff in hand. The artist—thin and beatific—sat cross-legged on the floor, spliff in hand. That’s how I like to think of myself. Pipe in paw. Although if you ever find me cross-legged on the floor, assume I have fallen. Futura was big early, then he disappeared, now…

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