This blog is welcome to anyone and everyone, regardless of race, class, gender, sexual orientation, or political affiliation. Unless you don't like writing short stories or smelling bear. Or if you voted for the other guy. Also, I don't really like it when you leave up the toilet seat, so could you stop doing that? Muchas, muchas gracias.
dating here, but my rule is that I will not talk about dating here and I will save that for the book I'm writing, which means that right now I have nothing more interesting to report than that afterwards I talked to some of my friends and god I'm so glad I have friends, I can't tell you. Thank you, friends!!
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ing at 6:46 PM
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6 yarns t'curdle the blood |
and now I look like a middle-aged woman. Which I am. Middle-aged. But why does middle-age have to look so much like my mother?!?!
posted by ing at 3:01 PM
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I'll start leaving stuff here. I just have to be careful to dedicate most of my energy to my playwriting, and to the book I'm writing. But here I could warm up, and here I could leave excerpts, and here I could write about other things. Yes?
posted by ing at 7:27 AM
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In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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