A few thoughts on Christmas. The big push made shove, exhaustion met head-on on the day. Do I cook as if everyone was just going to.

That sovereign of insufferables, Oscar Wilde has ensued with his opulence of twaddle and his penury of sense. He has mounted his hind legs and blown crass vapidities through the bowel of his neck, to the capital edification of circumjacent fools and foolesses, fooling with their foolers.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015. We find this word especially fitting considering Halloween is in our rearview mirrors.

Thursday, August 22, 2013. An heirloom from Iowa my dead often read. I open the black flap to speak the spakes. And quickly lose track of who wed, who bred. She taped our family register as it tore,. Her hand stuttering like a sewing machine,. Inez, Alvah, Delbert, Ermadean. Our undistinguished line she pressed in the heft.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009. Mick and I had shared a room before when we were young. We spent most of our time fighting and as it happens Mick periodically walked in his sleep. I remember one fine night when he took a whiz in our closet, mistaking it for the bathroom a few feet away. This time things went better. Maybe we were growing up. Monday, September 14, 2009. Meanwhile kids were walking around wearing desert boots a.