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The Pink Stones – Shiny Bone

The Pink Stones – Shiny Bone

To hold her, to keep her -- just as she was -- with her cruelty, with her vulgarity, with her blinding blue eyes, with her miserable poetry, with her fat feet, with her impure, dry, sordid, infantile soul. All of a sudden he thought: If people are reunited in Heaven...

shidasp – when my eyes had set on you

shidasp – when my eyes had set on you

Taken together, these studies suggest that at times depressed people are 'sadder but wiser' than nondepressed people. Nondepressed people succumb to cognitive illusions that enable them to see both themselves and their environment with a rosy glow. -- Lauren B. Alloy...

Calico – She’s Like a Weatherman

Calico – She’s Like a Weatherman

If a butchered hog’s melt faces toward the head, the worst part of winter will be the early part. If a butchered hog’s melt faces more to the back, the latter part of winter will be the worst. -- Helen Lane, 1964 The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we...

Piglett – LA, TN

Piglett – LA, TN

And he never had the sense of home so much as when he felt that he was going there. It was only when he got there that his homelessness began. -- Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again The large marble ball was centered delicately atop the courthouse spire for sixty...

LIT. MAJOR – Wear Your Worry

LIT. MAJOR – Wear Your Worry

You know, Beaver, I’m afraid you have the wrong attitude. And if you don’t start buckling down and applying yourself, one of these days you’re gonna come up against a test or something, and find out you’re way behind the rest of the class. And you’re going to be a...

Two Songs from Dog Contest

Two Songs from Dog Contest

I’d be absorbed... trapped, held prisoner if you’d like in the host’s brain, unable to control anything, forever doomed to watch the world through someone else’s eyes. -- Dr. Lester, Being John Malkovich Dog Contest’s 'Too Much' and 'Taking Down My Ego' are paragraphs...

Mac Gayden – Cross Your Mind

Mac Gayden – Cross Your Mind

Bascomb believed, as Cocteau once said, that the writing of poetry was the exploitation of a substratum of memory that was imperfectly understood. -- John Cheever, The World of Apples Was his memory failing or had he so disciplined it in the repression of unpleasant...

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