Monthly Archives: November 2020

just another Bolshevik conversation

Vyshinsky: Before we begin, I must say, I do not think that I have ever seen a jacket festooned with so many buttons. Rostov: Thank you. Vyshinsky: It was not meant as a compliment. Rostov: In that case, I demand … Continue reading

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mr. pants’ guide to setting a PR

No matter what the distance is, I will be with you. No matter what the distance is, you’ll be OK. — Wolfgang Van Halen — You’re getting slower by the day. You’re running on a loop around a pond with … Continue reading

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just another fish conversation

It’s the Kingfish, the Kingfish Friend of the working man! It’s the Kingfish, the Kingfish The Kingfish gonna save this land! — the prophet randall stuart newman — fish: Hey. me: Hey. (editor’s note: we’re both guys. this is how … Continue reading

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I won’t let you leave my love behind

Everybody’s talking at me I don’t hear a word they’re saying Only the echoes of my mind. — the prophet nillson — “IT’S NOT YOUR TURN TO TALK!” The woman is shouting at her phone as she walks in front … Continue reading

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a swab story

Lookin’ into the face of the goose snow cone — the prophet aimee mann — Once, when Mo was a little girl, her sister Vicki decided she should insert a pussy willow into her nose. In Vicki’s defense, I grew … Continue reading

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