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ride the boogie.: tort
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Saturday, April 13, 2013. Shriveled in upon myself. Bent out of shape. Quadruple double triple take. Snake eating tail eating snake. Round again bend again. Snap, crack, pop and wend again. Defensive reflex send again. Low down dirty crazy eights. Got no good sense to set it straight. Torsion just begins the woes. Tension will reap what it sows. When wiggled toe scratches nose. Hips wrists whiplash twist. Frenetic kinesis lays its claim. Levels, not enough to maim,. Decimates it all the same.
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ride the boogie.: own the mess
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Friday, May 31, 2013. The house was an intimidating mess. Clothes and toys and toy related debris. Everyfuckingwhere. I tried several attempts (polite requests degenerating into threats) to get my son to help me clean up. No dice. (When will I learn? And I could feel myself getting really pissed and Son could feel his manic success in getting a response. Say, stuffed animals? And what should I tackle first? Next the big things with wheels. Then the things that go in the play kitchen. The boogie that be.
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ride the boogie.: understatement
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Friday, May 24, 2013. I just caught myself thinking, "I need some motherfucking chamomile lavender tea.". Yes, I think I do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lay back and groove with mine. Meanderer.ererer. if you're looking for consistency, it ain't here. View my complete profile. The boogie that be. Postcard: in the year 04000. Full tilt boogie roll. Search for an item in libraries near you:. Enter title, subject or author. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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ride the boogie.: February 2013
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Saturday, February 9, 2013. Postcard: who loves you, baby? Lots of people out there love me…and sincerely, I’m sure. But with most I’ve—we’ve—had years to muddy the waters. So much in suspension that makes love difficult to feel and see. So, though this is terribly cliché, the only exceptions I have to offer are my two children. Why do they love me? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Lay back and groove with mine. Meanderer.ererer. if you're looking for consistency, it ain't here.
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ride the boogie.: postcard: nostalgia
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Thursday, April 25, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Lay back and groove with mine. Meanderer.ererer. if you're looking for consistency, it ain't here. View my complete profile. The boogie that be. Full tilt boogie roll. Search for an item in libraries near you:. Enter title, subject or author. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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ride the boogie.: May 2013
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Friday, May 31, 2013. The house was an intimidating mess. Clothes and toys and toy related debris. Everyfuckingwhere. I tried several attempts (polite requests degenerating into threats) to get my son to help me clean up. No dice. (When will I learn? And I could feel myself getting really pissed and Son could feel his manic success in getting a response. Say, stuffed animals? And what should I tackle first? Next the big things with wheels. Then the things that go in the play kitchen. Links to this post.
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ride the boogie.: us chickens
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Friday, May 24, 2013. Whatever sense of life one has, it seems to me qualified by the literal biological thing. We are, and by the fact that, though we may presume differences between us, we're basically, like chickens, not a wildly various life form. Our repetitions are bleakly notorious in every sense. But a world is, as it turns out, in the very word that says it, a " vir. Robert Creeley in Take My Advice: Letters to the Next Generation from People Who Know a Thing or Two. Thank you, Ms. Popova.
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ride the boogie.: July 2010
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Monday, July 12, 2010. I don't play it every night. Most times it's a book or three or four, my endearing (sugar coat code for "off-key, but with love") rendition of a few songs, then it's into the crib for mi calabaza. I usually cue up the music when he's especially squirmy. There are 80 songs and he doesn't like them all. Some can make him cry, like Feist's The Water. Or Beth Nielsen Chapman's Ave Maria. So I skip those. (It's sweet, but a little heartbreaking that he's affected that way.).
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ride the boogie.: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009. A good-size cabbage, 4 navel oranges, a large jicama. According to an e-newsletter I've signed up for, this is the progression over the past three weeks of the weight of the little human. This week, the 33rd, he (yes, he) is comparable to a pineapple. I've tried to avoid delving into personal stuff here (though I've failed when it comes to work grumbles.which continue to linger), and since not much else. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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