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Move Your Hips
Alright, here’s the deal: you have to move your hips. I’m not normally one to give advice, especially not without being asked, especially not on the Internet, and especially not on a blog that’s normally so… You have to move your hips. You have to move your hips. You have to move your hips. Does…
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The Crow Answers
“What do you see up there, brother?” “No more than you.” Perception is an illusion, and we are the aggregate. Is there more to say?
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In My Life
I’ve passed countless hours on the road, so many that trying to corner my thoughts on this subject is slippery business. I’ve seen rainbows, moonbeams, blood smeared on asphalt, unrecognizable metal and carrion, towns without name, cities without faces, entropy in wheat fields, the erection of man’s progress, his folly. I’ve run for my life,…
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I lost a sentence
Writers sometimes think up sentences that say beautifully what is intended, and they rush to their device to capture it in the light; they are crushed if they miss the portal. That’s sort of what it is, inspiration. Precision coming from practiced skill does not always make the best sentence, like this one. I know…
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Neo is a Funny Joke
You see the same kind of dangerous stupidity repeat itself. American Neo-Nazis with tucked tails hide themselves in crimson sweatpants and goose-step like hens on parade. The movement looked ridiculous the first time, and then it had the clinical precision of a bureaucratic ego bruise to lend it something of a paint-by-numbers fearsomeness. These fools…
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11
Most of the challenges I give myself don’t last. Deadlines, drastic and handed from me, those work sometimes. I said November, I chose 11, the weather chose me. Welcome to Autumn.
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Circle 13
It’s a magic number if you know how to use it. I have a gaping black hole the size of my abdomen if you know how to look. Tonight I started sewing it closed with the golden cord that kept me tethered to a seven year attachment. The why of that soul contract still evades…
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One for a start
One for the party, baby, I’m on the road, rolling in a toaster oven pastry loving every second making count the things I’ve had to face without ever knowing nothing from a something in your voice. It’s your choice that I’m not there, it’s my choice that I’m here. I know the thread of conversation…
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Subjective Visibility
I’m on a mission. I want to read a shitload of books before I die. I’m going to leave the quantitative interpretation of ‘shitload’ up to future me. If they’re really lucky, maybe the walls of their house will be constructed from the stacks of books they’ve acquired over their (I hope, very long and…
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Lorraine the Wrighter 