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mister pants, part 23
In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there also will be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Sunshine and disinfectant. It all sounded so simple. Mister Pants had read about Salazar’s advice with skepticism. The … Continue reading
just another morning conversation, part 78
Me: They want me to pay $200 for that race. Mo: I will put on a race for you for $150. Me: T-shirt? Mo: Included in entry fee. Me: I’m in. I think people get married partly because it’s more … Continue reading
for what it’s earth
On the last day of the world,I would want to plant a tree.— W.S. Merwin Being old, I can remember when Earth Day was a big deal. We had Lofty Ideas like “saving the planet” and “protecting the ozone layer” … Continue reading
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the day i didn’t sign up for a race. a photo essay.
And that was the day I didn’t sign up for a race. The end.
mister pants, part 22
Fetch the bolt cutters. I’ve been in here too long. — the prophet fiona Mister Pants had no idea how to deal with the concept of masks. On the one hand, he was stunningly unattractive, and any facial covering was … Continue reading
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