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offences (P•A•D Blackout 925) Struthious can be a tendency like lying down and flattening a misconception fully visible the ostrich seeking a word turned back to Fifteenth-century scientists describe a pair of bones between the structures connected to each 19th … Continue reading →

Things I Heard Today It dries up my mouth, it sucks all the moisture out of it. Kinship is killship, like a fisherman’s black boot, teachers and critics all dance the poot. Celebrate the bullet. If you’re not ska, you’re … Continue reading →

Crabwise and Operose It’s not that I operate under the impression that my vision is oppression; and it’s not that I enjoy the song that goes “buffalo and bison, bison and buffalo / canonball and rifle, rifle and canonball…” — … Continue reading →

after the storm animals were rescued three weeks later desperate townspeople ate them container ships lost across the hemisphere forlorn people victims of hunger nothing else possible no one redeemed “I was going to buy a copy of The Power … Continue reading →

Anagnorisis Hello, this is your captain. We’re coming to you from the equitime point of the flight with some bad news. No. It’s very bad news… All day cooped up in here. This is the most time I’ve ever spent … Continue reading →

New Land A bit shoddy this place! It has become an astounding melodramatic mediocrity — made all the more disappointing by what it claims to aspire to be. How much are you asking for it? But it’s a half-baked soap … Continue reading →

“People ask me sometimes… ‘When will there be enough women on the court?’ And my answer is: ‘When there are nine.’” — Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Storm’s-a-Coming Where are the kids? Where’s the dog? It drives my blood pressure up. I need a tunic and a tuna sandwich — make it Fuji tuna with cranberries and apples, and make the tunic combed Egyptian cotton. Stroft! I … Continue reading →

Epistemic Valve Insouciant pill pusher — writer of scrips intended to send me to oblivion, to live the life of the lotus eaters. Dr. Closer, shutter of the epistemic valve — he wants me to live the limpid life of … Continue reading →

Sour Something in the magic of the sour blueberries and yogurt made the start of the day feel somewhat violet — or should I say blue. No. Go ahead and say blew. The day blew before it really got started. … Continue reading →