Monthly Archives: June 2022

look, ma, no hands!

Have you seen the bridge?I ain’t seen the bridge!Where’s that confounded bridge?— the prophet robert anthony plant— I’m on the verge of crossing No Hands Bridge. My pace is down to 15:40 miles as the fatigue sets in and the … Continue reading

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dreams, part 10

I’m wearing nothing but tighty whiteys. And they’re blue. I’m at the Angelo State University student center. Today is the day I’m supposed to fly on the space shuttle, making me the first copy editor to do so. This seems … Continue reading

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dreams, part 9

Now here’s a story of a guyThat was carryin’ a stick that poked out his eyeHere’s a little somethin’That we oughta talk about— the prophet babb— I’m in line at a book signing. I have no idea who the author … Continue reading

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i’ve been swimming in a sea of anarchy

Every day is a winding roadI get a little bit closer.— the prophet sheryl suzanne crow— A day in chemotherapy is a lot like running a marathon. There’s much anxiety leading up to it, the experience itself takes about 5 … Continue reading

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