tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39066985762320903792012-02-09T08:41:38.476-07:00Ahead by a country mile!morganeliasmurrayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04960494748281144802noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906698576232090379.post-55675613956229288512011-11-15T18:27:00.001-07:002011-11-15T18:29:23.242-07:00

Aimee Wall says nice things about WiE in The Independent and manages to splice together enough of my interview to make me sound less like a dunce than normal. Thanks Aimee. Bringing the University Downtown

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And it is ours... ...and we're blogging all about it!

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I was on the radio talking 'bout my learnin'.

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From Words in Edgewise, May 10. As seen on thescope.ca.

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Open publication

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Read my Open Letters to Politicians on The Walrus Blog.

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Words in Edgewise was all about Andy Jones' Abbie Table project in January. It was filmed. I edited the hour and a half down into 12 and a half minutes:

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When I grow up and am rich and famous, and am added to the Caroline Community Wall of Honour underneath "Smokin'" Joe Lucas, two-time Calgary Stampede Calf Roping Champion, here is something for my future biographer to keep in mind...I am working on a project about David Blackwood, what the project is doesn't much matter, but I have struck upon an interesting parallel between the brilliant

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In case you missed it, or missed me, Internet, I got you a gift! Two articles I wrote that aren't NOW available online! Yay! Technology! The first is: "I'm Dreaming of a Recycled Christmas," in The Scope, December 2010. Sneak peak: "The only thing better than Christmas is more Christmas. The only thing better than gifts is more gifts. The only thing better than money is more money. Here's how to

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SpinozaSchleiermacherDiltheyHeideggerGadamerHabermasRicoeur

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I recently smell mapped St. John's for The Scope (see it in the flipbook below-pages 6 and 26). This was the map I drew that didn't quite make it to press time (click it and it gets BIGGER!).And in case you, yourself, are an aspiring smell-tographer, read my advice for just your type.

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I've been gone a while, I know. But I've recently been up to no good blogging about The Sound Symposium a weird festival of "sound art and new music" in St. John's for The Scope newspaper.READ ALL ABOUT IT

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Sweet talking our way into the Sunshine StateWe'd gone to Florida to stay with an uncle. He's the director of a botanical gardens down there and he lives in on one of them retirement golf course compounds with several miles of high walls running all the way around it and a guard at the gate. The average age of the inhabitants (and the guards at the gate) of this particular compound was death

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Terminal ends. Not well, but it ends. Chronic goes on and on. Never ending, never stopping, never resting. chronic /'kronik/ adj 1a said esp of an illness: marked by long duration or frequent recurrence: compare ACUTE. b suffering from a chronic disease: a chronic alcoholic. 2a always present or encountered, esp constantly troubleing: chronic financial difficulties. b habitual; persistent: a

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As an imaginary course examining Canadian issues through television commercials, we will study the following particular units: Canadian Tire GuyCanadian Tire Through the Years Joe CanadianBeer Through the YearsTim HortonsCanadian ClassicsHeritage MinutesHinterland Who's WhoBody BreakConcerned Children's AdvertisersCanadian Forces(Note: This course is by no means an exhaustive look at important

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You take the pa-donk-a-donk."Yeah?"And you swirl it 'round, over your head, like one of them Terrible Towels at a Steelers game."Yeah?"Yeah."And you don't hurt nothin'?"Not really. I mean, there is certainly some stiffness the next day, but not enough to discourage you from doing it again."Yeah?"Yeah."Wow. It sounds amazing."It is.The trick with high-wire acrobatics, high-wire acrobats will tell

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The three blind mice's eyes lit up like they were seeing Christmas morning for the first time at the thought of sharing a bunk bed at 24 Sussex ... Screw the country, screw the voters, screw you all, we're going to be prime ministers!To read the full story click here.(Photos thanks to CBC.ca.)

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These walls.They breath on you.In your face.Their rotten muggy onion-mustard burp breath.Hitting you in they eyebrows.The consistency of liquorice rope.Enough to hang yourself.And I was born a singer.But my voice box belongs to someone else.Or it belonged to someone else.Long ago.Somewhere else.They weren't a singer either.They were a peasant.A peon.A collector of collectable spoons.Miniature

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The thing of it is is that you need a career. Or something like that. Something that puts food in your belly. No! Beyond even the food in the belly bit, you need an answer to the cocktail/dinner/sausage party question of "what do you do?"-What do you do?-Architect. What do you do?-Plumber.Best friends.You need an answer to the "what do you do?" thing, or you need to go off the grid and live in a

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In these spirit of the illiterate and micro-attentive times, I give you:Caroline Area Man: Abridged(All the glory, none of the work.)

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The hallowed halls of higher learning are long and narrow affairs. Lined with crooked books on crooked shows. Thick books. Thin books. Tall books. Short books. Blue books. Red books. Brown books. Black books. Alphabetized by author or subject of auto-biography or both. I like the brown ones.These books that line these long and narrow hallowed halls of higher learning are wordy buggers by wordy

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A review of No Direction Home, Martin Scorsese's Bob Dylan biopic.Your poet was a creation of his own self-deluded over active imagination and well placed lumps of dirt and clumps of mud and subtle references to greasy, grimey gopher guts, and itsy-bitsy birdy feet.The one before that was a crusader against evil empires on the behalf of homosexuals and intellectuals and intellectual

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The lights were left on. Left out. Left over. And over. And over, again. Beginning from the left to the right. Young versus old. A tale older than thyme itself. Thyme after thyme. Ancient Egyptians used thyme for embalming. Now we use time. We use thyme to wash our filthy mouths out with soap when we offend the decency of our mothers virgin ears. And when confronted by our saviors we spit in

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When you live in a lakeside basement apartment with an ocean view in the country's fish and chip capital the dankness smells like salt and vinegar chips and the air lays on you like rain soaked London Fog rain coats or seventeen extra coats of paints.Or pant suits.I live in a lakeside basement apartment with an ocean view that feels like salt and vinegar chips and wears like warm mittens with

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One of my beloved friends asked me what I am doing at grad school. I ask myself that same question constantly. Even moreso on nights like this:There was to be a conference. And for this conference there was to be a welcome to a conference potluck at the conference organizers home on the eve of the conference. It was mostly students from my program (there are like 13 of us, most of them were there

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There comes a point, I suppose, that you fall so far behind, lose such track, get lost so deeply in the woods, that the idea of catching up is no longer improbable, but downright impossible. So I am at the point of impossible. So I give you this brief synopsis of everything I have lent my head, heart, health, and hands to in the past several months that have zig-zagged me at varying speeds across

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I am watching a film about the Revolution and looking at myself in the mirror. I am beautiful. I am the Revolution.

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It's not like this should come as that big of a surprise, or that drastic of a maneuver to necessitate resuscitation. But the truth will out and the truth of the matter is that it is a matter of fact that yesterday I saw my flesh and blood perform life saving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on a limp and lifeless new born Nubian goat kid. Is the proper maneuver in that situation to stand awkwardly

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I just thought it might be right if I were just to spin around in circles for awhile while the contents of my stomach slowly climbed up my throat in hopes of flying out the top of my head so that it might escape to something somewhat calmer or at least a little less spinny for a little while. But I tripped on my shoelace after 80-times around counter-clockwise and fell and struck my head on the

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A lazy man approached me the other day and he asked me to walk with him, he had a story for me. So we walked a little ways and then he got tired and had to sit down. He never did get around to his story. He made me buy him a root beer instead. Maybe that was the point.+++The next thing I knew I had a new car tucked under my pillow like the mother-father tooth fairy forgot his wallet.You know,

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Part V of the New York saga is the most brilliant of all the parts. It is the funniest, the cheeriest, the dreariest, the bleariest, the shittiest (literally), the wham-bamiest. All-in-all it is likely the most amazing tale I have ever lent my existence to, or at the very, very, least it is the most amazing tale to come out of what was a weekend chock-a-block with amazing tales. But all of that

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When Marco Polo discovered golf shirts and swimming pools in the summer of '69 I am not sure if he envisioned their usages for anything other than golfing and swimming. I don't know the man personally, all I know of the man personally I derive from the things he has left behind--golf shirts, swimming pools, table tennis. Therefore my judgments of his character begin inherently flawed and don't

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The L train is a swell train, and delivered our merry wanders to the welcoming shores of Brooklyn, much like the Starship Enterprise delivered Cpt. Kirk and his crew to the blue planet with the green aliens on episode 11-128A of Star Trek. But our merry wanderers were not here to seduce alien life forms into intergalactic kinkery and tom foolery, the alien life forms that inhabit Brooklyn are far

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When we last left our heroes they were just awaking from unsettling dreams. They were going to be late for Rent. You were going to fall off the edge of your seat it was so suspenseful. Your patience has been virtuous, so I will put you out of your misery and fill you in on whatever happened next, if I can remember that far back, it was a couple of weeks ago...30 June 2007-Continued1900: "Morgan!

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The obits section of the Tuesday New York Times read in smallish bold print: Young Man's Innocence. Beneath in smallish regular print it read: Died in the lights, in the middle of the night, washed up on shore, there are no survivors, just a grainy photograph of the Harry Potter characters made of Lego and half a tube of sunscreen (SPF-7 and a half). In lieu of flowers and chicken noodle soup

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I am not dead. Just famous. I am not dead. Just retired. I am not dead. Just retreated back into the back room for a break from the break room which is still under construction in spite of itself. It never could be anything else. As long as I have known it at least. At least we all got a chance to pretend to be something other than something we are not. Not that anyone ever said anything else.

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Just an update. Of sorts. Sort of. For the moment. For the time being. Because you all miss me terribly and cannot live with out me and every single solitary moment that passes in solitude is like an empty vase now that the flowers have left home and all that is left is cruddy water and the cracked vase your aunt broke and your grandmother glued back together and gave to your mother back when

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Go HERE. Read THIS.Do it now!

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I have neglected you. But I haven't forgotten. I have been away. I have been busy. I have been trapped under a mess of pipes and culverts that fell off the back of a big truck when it hit a bump by me and my bike on the freeway and I was trapped for 7 days and 6 nights and I came away with no major injuries, just more pipe dreams. Pipes burst.In the past month I have done much, seen much, thought

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Today everything is thicker. I have taken to speaking in absolutes. I had a great sentence formulated for here but I lost it. It was formulated on the John. But it is gone. Flushed Away. Them’s the breaks. It was a good one too. I think it was about polar bears. Or derby caps. Or not.I made a boat out of rotten driftwood and rotten planks salvaged from dumps and fallen down barns by the sides of

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Today everyone’s shoes are too big. Had a nap for dinner. Ice cream for dessert. Lack of options might do that to you. They did it to me.Found my way home just in time for dinner and dancing, laughing and singing, chores.My mother waited up and I pulled into the yard in the back of the pickup truck that picked me up without a sound and brought me down for the weekend.Dinner was good but there was

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Lovers,I recently collaborated on a project which delivered paper plates and plastic cutlery to Red China with the son of a disposed Algerian warlord-turned-dictator who died in the 16th century in a horrific wood shop accident. Then I stapled my pockets shut. Then I turned around. And around. And again. Then I vomited up a mitten I forgot I had eaten. It was all quite a delightful afternoon of

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It began with a whisper, a roar, than a whimper. Here are two more reasons you shouldn't leave the house.Friends Like These out loud:Morgan Murray "Friends Like These"Gene Jacket out loud (again):Crowd Reaction:Thank you to Mbot for visiting and camming and being an all-around great gal.Readings performing at Indyish Monthly Mess 28 March 2007 at Les Katacombes in beautiful Montreal.Maya is

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Listen to this post as a recording gone awry: Friends Like These Blogcast.mp3Friends come. Friends go. Friends whisper past and disappear forever. Friends borrow your shit. Break you shit. Keep your shit and never give it back. Friends lie. Friends cheat. Friends steal. Friends break your heart. You theirs. Friends are best kept close. Enemies closer. Difference by degrees. Friends whisper past

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Famous Wait Times:•Maple Leafs Stanley Cup victory: Infinity+40 years.•For Godot: Infinite.•Jesus' return: 2007 years and counting.•Red Sox World Series victory: 87 years.•Rangers Stanley Cup victory: 54 years.•Canadian Men's hockey Olympic gold: 50 years.•Chinese Democracy by Guns n' Roses: 6 years.•Lung: 4 years.•Heart: 2 years.•Kidney: 18 months.•Angioplasty/hip replacement: 12 months.•Rolling

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Nothing much new to report mom.The sky is still blue mom.The sun is still yellow mom.I still haven’t found my watch mom.So I don’t know what time it is mom.It is late mom.It is dark mom.It is cold here mom.But not as cold as before mom.Sometimes at night we open our windows mom.We open our windows and sing mom.We open our windows and sing down to the streets below mom.Black mirror mom.But I don’t

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I get a call. I agree to something free. Because it is free. You see? I am late. It is cold. The wind punches me in the face for three blocks. I arrive pummeled with the tears welling and freezing and my beard more like a first recess work of art than a beard. But it was never much of a beard to begin with, so I will take what I can get. I am warned of pretension. I can smell it. I am offered

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•Tragedies are written in blood pricked from finger-tips.•Comedies are written from paint dabbed from finger-tips.•Detective thrillers are written from powder dusted from finger-tips.•Romance novels and love letters and sonnets are written with the pruney tips of Cheez-Whiz soaked finger-tips.•Business letters ghost-written for the CEO are written in the blood of a million secretarial paper-cuts

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You may recall Gene Jacket from a couple of weeks back. Well it has been unleashed live and out loud on the world, or on a bar of surly francophones near closing time. Reaction was seemingly positive. Though I am certain the only breath taken away was Caroline Area Man's, as reading 8 pages in 3 minutes has a tendency to do that to a dude. He thought I was a precocious what-meiser? Why do I

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When you hear "Haiku Party" you immediately acknowledge the redundancy, and then you envision nature-loving literary sorts in black turtle necks with unkempt, twig-riddled hair sitting in a circle in low light reciting short 5-7-5 poems about owls and poplar trees to one another in a very subdued and orderly fashion. That is what haiku is all about. Order. 5 syllabi, 7 syllabi, 5 more syllabi for

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Once upon a time, not too long ago, I wrote a novel on a dare. It was called Trout in the Milk and it was the coming of age story of a boy growing up on the Prairies. A real modern day W.O. Mitchell gem. These days, with information whizzing and whirring to and fro at disorienting speeds, the novel found its way onto the desk of freelance reviewer Robin Harlequin. I was not aware of such an

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Happy Birthday to me!On the 24th I turned 24. It will only happen once, so you'd better make the best of such an occasion. So, as any good boy would, I cut loose with reckless abandon and didn't come home until the sun went down. Er....I will spare you the baloo-baloo-woe-is-me-melodramatic bullshit, just let me provide one episode to illustrate what kind of champagne birthday it really was.I

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Book jacket.Thursday.Sunday.Saturday.Leaking toilet.Fake toy gun.Gun-shy, trigger-happy, morphine addict with a fat lip.On the subway.Going to Subway.For the crutons.Curtains.Sandy Beetch.Thursday.Tuesday.Monday.Only so many days.Seven.Eleven.Something.Twenty-seven.I lost my place.Rocky Bulwinkle.Thursday.Automatic typewriter.Electronic typewriter.Domestic partridge.Pear trees.Absolute

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Thoughts scattered like chicken feed across the dining room table as mother wept in the corner and the youngest of the children greedily filled their pockets with baked potatoes still wrapped in tin foil. Forget the bacon bits--they can't save you. Forget the rudimentary diaper box airplanes--they won't fly you away. It really is too bad that no matter how many potatoes you greedily stuff into

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•If you have the opportunity, and I strongly urge you to do so, you must find a recording of Glenn Gould's Goldberg Variations and to listen to such things at high volumes through headphones. I did this entirely by mistake and you can hear the ghost of Glenn Gould humming in the background. This will change your life much more profoundly than it normally would, and normally the change is quite

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Have you ever written a particularly brilliant piece of something, say a blog post, and the program you were writing it in, say Firefox, crashed as you neared completion of your masterpiece? Has it ever made you want to say FUCK? Am I the only one? Sorry there is no brilliance. Just watch these freaking Picasso paintings being made while I cry myself to sleep over my broken crayons. Bon nuit.I

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Future Creature's Caroline Area Man tribute set, 7.1.07, The Vat, Red Deer.1. Time to Get Serious.2. The Dark Recesses of Grade School.3. Wildest Dreams.Thanks Logie!

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Stale Urine Yellow No. 52--"Outremont"In the early oughts ('03, etc) there was an indie-pop band in Montreal that went by The Unicorns and they played fun songs under funny psedenums and sang about ghosts and dolphins and asked serious questions like, "Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?" We will never really know the answer, as no one has cut my hair since they broke up a few years later, a

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The rumours are true. Caroline Area Man has left Caroline area and found his way to Canada's foremost city--were it 1963--Montreal. Now to keep Morther from crying to loudly for too long, keeping Father awake in the late afternoon while he could be sleeping, I feel obliged to update progress thus far, as far as how things have been found here thus far.Flights were fancy. Tail wind blew hard so

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There is no place as lonely as the abandoned men's room at the quiet end of an early morning lay-over airport. You can tell by th puddles of pee beneath the urinals. Man is a much more thoughtful pisser (whilst sober) before an audience, of sorts. When there is no one around he is more apt to unzip, take one (or, if he is feeling particularly brave, two) steps back, lean back, place his hands on

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Hi friends, this is the bio of a friend prepared for a journalist grad school application. It is the story of a remarakable life. Enjoy!***I was born on a life raft. I do not tell many people this--I fear their reaction would be one of doubt and disbelief--but it is true. My mother and father were emigrating to Vancouver from St. Petersberg, Russia. My father made shoes for the Politburio

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The clock just flipped over to 4:14 AM. It is two minutes slow. I have begun the new year two minutes slow. I am lying on a queen-sized bed strewn with duvets, comforters, quilts, sheets, pillows, and dogs that are in desperate need of washing or Febreeze. I am watching a re-broadcast of CBC News: Sunday (as amazing a news magazine show as I ever did see). They are featuring--following news

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Once a season, and only once a season, M.E. Murray and the Karaoke Machine unleashes something wonderous upon the world. Wonderous like sport coats. Wonderous like 2-for-1 shirts with coordinated ties. Wonderous like $85 shoes that match $35 belts. Wonderous like the smell of fourth edition Encyclopedia Britanica sitting on your grandmother's shelf. The smell of 60 years of neglected knowledge

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This began as a meme bound email and grew into a blazing wild fire out of control so it must be allowed to spread further, like the plague and potato famine (just happier) to the internet.Here is an indepth account of how Caroline Area Man saved Christmas.***So Father, being the bargain finder that he is, found a $10 fake tree last boxing day. So he scooped it up and no more would the family have

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Was happiness a fad?Or was it in the lost and found again beyond the issues.It might not be so bad,We're all addicted to our tragedy,I guess it's what it had to be.With nothing on my back,It's still enough to bring me down.My mind's about to crack.Caust what I thought cound not be found.Matter of in fact,It's harder still when you're around.With nothing on my back,I can't help but drown.I might

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This evening I skipped dinner to catch up on my sleep.I had more to say on that subject, but then I realized that I was talking about my napping habits and wanted to slam my face in the rear door of a 4-Door 1984 Toyota Tercel. So I will save my face, my pretty, pretty face.--Not to get overly political here, for politics are exclusionary, and hillbilly superheroes are quite the inclusive lot.

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Some of the most beautiful things live under our beds. But we cannot appreciate them adequately, or at all, due to lack of perspective, and light, and comprehension of dust mites and mice droppings and disregarded remnants of Bacon Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches on toasted sourdough bread we chose over lasagna. We should have had lasagna. Always have the lasagna. Always.Not that there are many

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There isn't much that can be done in the mean time. As the late great Eddie Whalen would sign off of each Stampede Wrestling spectacular would say, "In the meantime, and in between time..." But back to where we were earlier. Back to where we thought we saw Alex Trebek in the back seat of a brown Buick on main street. And on side streets. And on secondary highways from this road to that. And then

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What does five-dollars in quarters buy you these days? Not an awful lot. A pepperoni pizza from Little Caesars, but then you need five-dollars worth of Pepto-Bismol to deal with the nausea, heartburn, upset stomach, indigestion, and/or diarrhea. You can score AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #74 from Ebay for $4.99 at this very instant. But by the time you read this is will probably be bid up to more than

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When you find yourself unable to meet the demands of the day, simply reprise some regrets from highschool when you thought you might attempt something brazen and grande as though the girls would like you better for it and you might get to hold a hand or worse. But all you got was a dinner bell in the midst of your foray into vaingloriousness plans of fanciful flights towards first base at first

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Hey did you know, I own the moon? It is -17C outside my window. The snow is blowing. The uneaten banana in the backseat of my car is frozen and brown. Yet, there is a fly buzzing about my lamp's lightbulb. I considered killing it deader than the dead of winter. But I reconsidered when I considered how incredibly tough this fly must be to have plowed through the last three days of -30C in a

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I am neither thankful nor hungry.Well I am slightly hungry.For Mars bars.For bar bars.For blar blar blar bars.Intimidating daters with date squares.Squares.Circles.Circle's got the square.Whoopi for the block.What in the hell happened to Whoopi?Bruce Vilanch must be a marvellous lover.Of all the things there is to wonder.Of all the things I often wonder.I wonder why I wonder this alone in the

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So there!

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A lot has been made recently of news out of the Middle East that the Iranians have developed a new lettuce harvesting technique that would improve the quality and quantity of salad bars by (on average 37%). Some may be curiously disinterested in this and may look to other shocking Iranian developments, such as gravity defying torpedoes (no joke!). But this is misguided paranoia and I strongly

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So? What of it?

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