#fourth summer

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my whole apartment smells like butt

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happy clean sheets day to those who celebrate

also, this kid dragging their slyrrupy drawl all over that slinty goodness. i don't want to know anything else about them, i just want them to close the blinds and make a few more

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yesterday's rule was that i had to make it rain tissue paper whenever boba asked. it took her a skitch more than half an hour to figure out the new game. this is her, vibrating with excitement, but generously allowing me to take her picture, before her thirtieth fluffy, rainbow-colored precipitation event of the day. she's one of the good ones and i'm so glad i get to hang out with her

happy fourth homecoming anniversary boba and happy saturday imaginary constructs

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allison or three nightmares from which i awoke well rested

finn came over after work last night and we drank two cans of the beast unleashed, ate a five cheese and marmalade pizza, and talked about all kind of nonsense. unaware of the risk of this particular combination of sensations, i inadvertently fed the one who sits just outside the fire light

the fulton county sheriffs department banging on my door in the middle of the night, arresting me, and taking me down to the rice street jail

off the shelf images of body horror. i will spare you the details. maybe it wasn't a nightmare or wasn't intended for me, because i felt oddly comforted after

a dream whose theme and visual aspect i am sure i have never experienced before. trespassing in an empty house full of sepia toned photographs of children with high foreheads and brilliantined hair, i suddenly remember being raised, for a period of years as a very young child, by a long forgotten older brother, after we were abandoned by our parents

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a can of numbskull and two tickets to the outer colonies

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maniacally laughing just saw a street preacher with a spanging sign of doctor bronneresque density consensually stripper grind someone who was wearing a vest made out of dead beanie babies or a babo shaped babo

last week the blue moon landed on my birthday for only the second time in my life. so much that happened between those two birthdays was an unwinding of everything that came before, and a lot of that hurt, it really hurt, but now i feel strangely untouchable. i may get one more blue moon birthday in nineteen years. i can't wait to see what this new era brings

in the last week, i saw the giant snapper that rules the bull sluice. i ate fried chicken and seven-up cake, homemade pulled pork nachos, and waffle house. i went to the parade with both of my kids for the first time in a decade. i talked to a good friend on the phone for hours. i laughed so much. i made a delicious pot of very angry beans. i slept with my windows open for the first time since spring, and i drank coffee on my cool breezy porch

it's been a very good week

(oh yeah, and i learned a thing about myself that folks have been telling me since i was sixteen, but i finally heard them, and i am still laughing about it)

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celebrating the return of the light or manifestations of my familiar

two nights in a row of deep sleep filled with nightmares from beginning to end. the first night's mares were boring and trapped, filled with people i don't want to see in situations where i don't want to be. at least last night's horrors brought interesting images and an escape from tedious anxieties of waking life

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saving the world one couch nap and a few uncorrected emily dickinson poems read right when we wake up but before our wandering consciousness is fully returned to our body at a time