Category Archives: thoughts

brief history review

Once upon a time, you see, hurricanes were given women names. That was correct. It properly represents the side a man doesn’t have to see when looking at naked magazine chicks with names he doesn’t have to memorize. Beware of … Continue reading

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center, always the center….

He or she who sheweth zero respect for space we gents call Toolshed, well it won’t likely be a man. It doesn’t matter if it is bearded. In hindsight, there was a man most ready to build a castle on … Continue reading

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the why with poetry

if poetry still had to rhyme and if a poet could not play with personification or anthropomorphism the compulsion to do it this long without getting tired of it probably would not factor in the doing it and doing it … Continue reading

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3rd of whatever the 2nd was

What is unsaid is if you are not sick to your stomach as I am sick to my stomach we may need to summon a certain reverend you-know-who if not a stern deacon or two who daily speak face-to-face with … Continue reading

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trying this

That thing about skinning a cat: I personally could never do so as I find cats awesome though I do know there are pricks who are incapable of a like enlightenment; but let us not shine precious beams of light … Continue reading

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missing Bucharest today

Absence of sweet cheese and wine takes a toll or strolling streets knowing a florist booth promoting chrysanthemums of bold red is as certain as a prurient thrill assaulting via Black Sea silken flesh all the animal sense portals at … Continue reading

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for fuck’s sake I just want to write

all I want for my birthday that looms is a larger more private space so immersion can happen, but in lieu of that pipe dream I’d settle for giving a special someone a keyboard that types in silence as I’m … Continue reading

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