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What does Elsie dream about?
Is she smiling or is it gas?
Was the train rolling through the desert a sign…a pointer toward something…?
When Simon eats raw, should I have to too?
What is it about cooked food?
Why is it so hard to live in the moment?
High art or low art…the blog?
If your mother said, “I am 59 and glad to say that I am drug free,” would you laugh or cry?
So ist es mit der Sache—says the poet. Um…
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High or low art…I think I debate there being such titles – if art is a point of connection then this blog is one of the highest forms around – maybe?
xo
Umm, what I was going to say I won’t, since the moment it happened it passed away. For some reason the idea came to me originally while transposing on sushi and steamed rice, gilded around the edges with this wicked wasabi being a lowly little green like colour which then sent my mouth into a high rate of fiery frenzy. Receding I rested with some thought which made me giggle as I pictured the time on the train when the passenger across from me was suffering from excessive gas and no matter how hard he tried could never keep the flatulence from erupting. Hence, like that it is with the thing… or there about. Pass the dutchie to the left side.
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