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• my own face

  March 6, 2025

  i got a fright just now. but never mind that. today is a day off work, and its been passably executed thus far. i have stopped by the bibliotek for a bit of meddling and the company of strangers, nigh - - and so i did overhear some amusing conversations, quite civil stuff - 2…

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• query

  March 6, 2025

  why is front page spammed like this with advertisements for witchy spells and the rest of it?

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• The category is

  February 21, 2025

  I tiptoe to work at 3am, skidding & spinning along the ice in my poor shoes. I have only got some fashionable shoes: Canvas and a deep magenta. Other night i saw some large paw imprinted outside the back door. Someone had passed there! I studied it for a time but am dumb. I'll enclose…

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• snow

  February 20, 2025

  the unfolding of this real wintry season has taken the chill out, some. "i can cure your disease." - gaga

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• now & then.

  April 5, 2020

  here we are, diary, in the middle part of the unkindest month. our - not their. after years of using our devious wiles and prayers and wit to survive the cruel shipwreck, we remember the day the tide found us dreaming: it sucked us out to sea. now that's done. we are dead and resurrected…

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• …

  February 4, 2020

    "today was a good day." in fact it wasn't a hard or awful day, in spite of early morning commute w paul, full with his lament. it wont seem possible, but it is true:  a week past he lost his lady friend - after some doings of  her, the slut, impregnating herself by another…

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• o children of the dusk

  February 2, 2020

  lately i review covers of our scripture by our singers. here is one. particularly lush and beautiful cover of leonard, who passed. some say i named my grown son after this writer of songs. it isn't true. it was the sunniness of the lion reference, and the young conqueror. speaking of the grown ch...

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• time without

  January 8, 2020

  new year. a thaw of this ice - took barefoot walk in the frosty grass at midnight and tossed some pink, perhaps artificially pink, salmon out for the beasts to lock their jaws around. i am sorry if it was that - an chemically enhanced bless'ed fish. but it is all ii had to offer,…

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• anniversary.

  December 27, 2019

  i've painted it in other pages, how it went. its not necessary to say it here. it is finally out of reach - and i look, not back, but far off, as if to those distant hills. i see the final days of those long celebrations. these are the festivities of my banishing! i am…

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