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You Guys Want To Go To The Club Tonight And Nod At Girls?

Daniel is funny

Look, Lee. You just got broken up with. You’re SINGLE.


You’re free now, man. Come on out with us tonight. It’ll be great.

We’ll pre-game at Rick’s house until Greg gets off of his shift. Greg is going to drive because he has work tomorrow. But we’ll head out to Fyre at, like, 10. Come on, dude.

We’ll get shots, and we’ll get Greg to have one, but he’ll stick to water after that, ‘cause he has a girlfriend. And we’ll just stand by the bar and nod at girls. Dude, I’ll buy your cover if you come. Please. It’ll take your mind off of Emily.

It usually doesn't get going until, like, 10:45. It usually doesn’t get crazy until, like, 10:45.

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Björn Rudbergs writings

in his wake, those commitment’s faked
as rhinestone diamonds fade
to treasured tears and memories
promises as true as ice are melting nice
for another lady’s burning eyes

when his heart of icicles says “yes”
for yet a faithless conquest done
striations on his scorecard carved
and blood-trails of divorce his quest

he sighs, knowing very well
that his destiny’s an unmarked grave
with anonymous chrysanthemums
his legacy: a faithless man

In Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-LautrecIn Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Linked to Real Toads where Marion wants us to poetry inspired by Tara Nevins of Donna the Buffalo and the song “I see how you are”, I tried to capture that unfaithful man, going from conquest to conquest.

October 10, 2014

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The Production of Monsters

The Not Me

george-rodger-empire-state-building-observatory-800x800In 1977, my grandparents took me and my sisters to the top of the Empire State Building. I can remember being annoyed by all the waiting in line just to ride the elevator to the observation floor. We probably spent more time waiting to board that elevator than we spent viewing the view. Still, when our turn came around and after the elevator finally reached the 102nd floor, I burst out of the doors to see what all the fuss was about.

At first, I was too distracted with taking in the view to notice that my grandpa was not with me. When I turned back to search for him, I saw that he had parked himself close to the elevators away from the windows and the view. I called to him, “Grandpa, you gotta come see this.” “No thanks,” he replied “I’m good here.” “Pretty please,” I pleaded. This time he…

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