What’s up with the current rush to coarsen everything in society. From San Fran to NYC everybody is pissing in the streets.
I thought it was a french tradition. Now it’s all fashionable to drop trou and go…
I guess gone are the simpler times of panhandling.
Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today. Hopefully no repeats.
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Mmmm, new poat smell.
You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry. Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it. I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.
Then, something changed. Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this. But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.
Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:
Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below:
Taking bets on who in this chat room spent the most amount of time in detention – the first one to say “never” is a filthy liar (or was a late bloomer).
Trebuchet team hit the road an hour ago. I was going to binge-watch “Last Man Standing” but “leaving Sept. 30” was 12:01 AM, not 11:59 PM. Bummer. So let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
For Mare and me.
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