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next stop elkmont or gratuitous picture of your mumblelard wuersday

fallie painted that owl when he was seven. the opposite of a dream catcher, it's hung over my bed since after the before times. since the last painting burned

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the kindly ones

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slips disced or a southern gothic childhood (with surp)

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shave eye sharpies or today's bull sluice

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pools and pits or quarries are queries

i foraged a stack of old trade magazines last week. i started processing the paper this morning

after a too dry spring, we've had inches and inches of rain the last two weeks. there are mushrooms all over the place. yesterday, i cut through the sanctuary to the owl prowl, without getting trespassed by the old lady again. the woods were so lush, the trails were dark tunnels. i finished a new mixtape and i have almost enough trimmings for a sprue

last night we ate faux-fil-a nuggies and fancy fries, drank dollar bucket nonsense, and talked about firefly camping next week

i think the camera i here is the same one i used to shoot all the polaroid jesus pictures. it's old and well used. i know the new film chemistry isn't the same. a lot of the old stuff for it isn't made, isn't safe, isn't legal anymore. the new formulas, not quite right yet. the prints don't smell right when they're developing. still, i think the old camera has the most say in how these pictures are turning out. they're getting more and more painterly. i love how they look against the dark

a big family dinner this afternoon. the beginning of summer and granny's birthday all in one. ribs and corn and watermelon and what all. it ought to be a nice day

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blue moons and bitten knots or watermelon summer

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good omens on stormy days or i snuck into the second pool i tried for the rain or shine, ritual, first swim of the summer and i did it all for you

also happy cunty mix season for all who celebrate

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the sunflower seeds we spread for the birds are so eager to sprout they can't contain themselves

we've had so much rain this week. it shutdown the highways and overwhelmed the water treatment plants and hid the horizon with fog

in the last month, boba's brought me two dead moles and one chipmunk. they're limp and lifeless but unmutilated and she trades them for just a couple of treats. she's so excited when she presents them to me, and i'm proud of her, but still sad for the little beasts

everytime she heads out, i warn her against interfering with the songbirds, but i know if she has a chance at a cardinal, she'll take it

last night, i slept well and dreamt of a life in a tall tower and dreamt of going to another room to kiss a girl and dreamt of signs with almost words dancing and shaking into the shapes of happy animals

later today, we're going to heat up a cast iron wok full of peanut oil and deep fry natural casing sabrett's and crinkle fries and i'll drink a tall boy and fall asleep watching baseball on the couch

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a top five snack for me. when the first few lidls opened in georgia they carried them, and then they stopped carrying them, and now herr’s doesn’t make them anymore. 

a while after they had stopped being available in georgia, i was keeping company with this girl from philly.  she worked in the medical examiners office up there when they moved the city morgue from the old place to a modern new building.  she would fly down every couple of weeks and stay with me for four or five days.  it was nice, like a vacation for both of us  

i was meant to go up there sometime. she was going to take me to explore the old morgue. she still had a set of keys. we’d go to the mutter museum and the insectarium and what all, but she still had kids at home. it was complicated for me to stay there

we got to talking about herr’s one day. i think she was a little amused that i was familiar with a regional pennsylvania snack food brand, and a lot amused that i was passionate about my favorite flavor.  before her next visit, she had a case of the snack size bags shipped down to me.  so good

i never made it up there.  i was still dealing with the before times, and that distance made it hard to maintain a connection, but i have good memories

thank you for your service herr’s deep dish pizza flavored cheese curls, i apologize if i took you for granted. you tasted like the crunchy, toasty, tomatoey cheese at the edge of a lasagna pan.  you are missed

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but sometimes, just sometimes, the map is the territory or mumblelard's hand revisited

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a bowl full of fruit and a belly full of snakes or market day

there's a storm headed this way and i can hear the crows hollering about it

last night i dreamt i was back in the office where i worked when the towers happened. we were between the federal reserve building and one of the tallest buildings in the city, both were considered potential targets, so we weren't allowed back for almost three months. fallie was born in the middle of all that time. i dreamt that i was stuck in the elevator that was always broken and i knew i just had to wait

i dreamt the quiet man made a toy robot that looked like me and shot missiles out its fists

i'm reading the whale book i found on the free pile. when i'm done, i think i'm going to reread the other whale book again for the ninth or twelfth time

i'm trying to shake things up even if some stuff breaks in the process

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the color of rage or a couple of months worth of dollar bucket punches

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plato's sitton's cave or i want to be two turtles when i grow up

on friday, i went down the mountain to visit with finn and fall. we drank dollar bucket shaboozy and talked all kinds of nonsense. i hadn't taken a picture with this old beat polaroid in a minute. i love how this one turned out. when they were kids, they called their neighborhood gang, the skullgirls, and that's what i call these pictures in my head, even if i never say it outloud

on saturday, i got a foraged double espresso from emma, and we caught up for a minute, then i walked all up and down the river until early afternoon. i saw turtles still waking up from the long nap. i watched some kids rowing in the first big race of the summer. i found broken toys and lost beads. i checked in with the bogmonster

yesterday, we had third sunday of the month lunch with my parents. the kids brought their partners, and we ate strip mall chinese at the place that tastes like how i remember east coast chinese in the nineties. i listened to baseball and fell asleep with boba on the couch. i watched an old movie just for the scenes with musicians, mostly passed now, playing a texas honkytonk in the eighties. i had a good day

i haven't been reading about the names of colors. i found a lot of fun stuff, but never what i was looking for. lately, i keep coming across old books of fables and rhymes and nonsense alphabets. i caught myself rewriting 'd is for death', over and over in my head, until finally i had to dig out some edward gorey to put an end to it

we're going firefly camping in a week. fall got us a nice spot on the quiet side of the river

i reached out to the girl. we caught up for a minute and it was good. she said it was nice, easeful even, but probably best we not catch up again for another year, so i guess that'll be that for the time being

i feel called to work in a bakery. if you know how to make that happen, i'd appreciate the help

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i didn't take any pictures at rage last night, but finn and fall and i drank good old fashioned polish potato vodka mixed with summer flavored detroit sugar pop. we talked about all kinds of nonsense including the elders, lucid and not, cousins, fallen and not fallen yet, we talked about crashed christmases, shibboleths and other perils in names, orphaned lizards, wayward turtles, and hungry frogs. it was a good night

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manifestations of my familiar or the ceramic demon pig, made by the dead german man as a child, is damaged, but i don't have the right kind of glue. i thought i had enough foraged beads to make a witch's ladder, it takes about year, but i laid it out and at least one is still missing, they will have to stay in their old furikake jar a bit longer

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first sunday cool spring big breakfast or yesterday's river

yesterday morning, a bunch of the rowing crews from north georgia were at the river training on the trails and scrimmaging on the water. it was a bright, cool morning

i dreamt that i had been released from some many years of involuntary confinement, many years of forced service. myself and the dozen or so others all dressed in the same grey suits they had given us at the gates. we traveled together, walking mile after mile through empty industrial parks. in one, i found a tight pile of brightly colored clothes the size of a van. i picked it up and carried it as a whole over my head while we traveled, but slowly, as we encountered one obstacle after another, i lost pieces of them, and the enormous ball of clothing narrowed and shrank until nothing was left but me in my grey suit

i dreamt that i was running through a vast nursery of trees, planted in an orderly grid, but overgrown and tangled, and every tree, a different species. as i ran on all fours through the undergrowth of this library of trees, i read the name of each one from its own shape, each name, the name of someone i'd lost

i made a small choice yesterday, a choice to not make a choice, even though there won't be visible consequences, maybe ever, i know it was the wrong choice