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That Feeling When You Are Trying To Touch Your Phone Or Tablet Just As It Goes Into Lock Screen And Your Mind Knows You Touched It Before It Should Have Turned To Black And Maybe Life Is Not Fair; Is This A Metaphor? OMG Maybe It Is; We Should Get Out Of Here.

I believe in a world of myself

A tight and beautiful procession sweeps gently against the concrete outside my house; it's all concrete. The newborn trees came in still and turned to settled dust despite the bad wind. If only I––Chief Apathy Officer (CAO)––could be of some assistance, but my mango-peach DumDum™ mind is a slog. This is called 'getting back on track' and the taxes we pay to clear the debt are a great minimalist sleep, the only form of such wherein the outcome is unable to be appreciated.

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൫ PEOPLE PERSON
൫ PENGUINN
൫ GUN POPE
൫ EASY DOES IT
൫ ALLIANCE EVERMORE
൫ HOOK, _____ & SINKER
൫ SUCKER PUNCH
൫ WHAT YOU SAY
൫ DESERVED MORE
൫ LOVE IN A TIME OF HATE

CONFESSION TIME THEATRE: Sometimes, I like to make a second pot of coffee for 'the day' and then consume some/most/all of it. This coffee pot is almost always the 'cheap blend'––in this case is the Chock Full o' Nuts NY blend (See image, left). This pot usually does the trick' but leaves me somewhat in 'gastrointestinal distress' on occasion. This is not an ideal state, as I feel my mind and body are not NSYNC.

idea for a 📺 show

Gary's Anatomy 

April 19, 2017 at 10:00AM

Let's just keep Facebook and all the social media platforms as dumb as possible because it sure as hell beats thinking about things in a serious manner and/or using them for pure evil or whathaveyou. OK?

I love data, big or small…

I just thought of two album ideas and they are both so super bad why am I even posting about them ugh why. I guess I'm doing a post because they both use parenthesis. Ok, #1 is (Getting) Froyo in Philly, idk I think the frontal parentheses is funny here idk why. #2 is DELADOM (Dominik from Delaware), this one is probably good tho for real. Ok, gotta go.

ESPN 30 for 30: This Tweet.

Eat the Cheese? Consider the Cow.

I ran around the Kensington/Port Rich/Fishtown periphery yesterday, Easter Sunday, about a 5-mile trek along Aramingo, Lehigh and Front, no big deal, and let me tell you the crazies were out in full effect. My theory is that the holidays, especially the old religions ones cloaked with obscene blasts of spectacle and color, tend to bring out the worst in people, or if not the worst then the pain which might've been bubbling just under the surface for a long long time. I ran by a screaming woman, barefoot outside an Exxon and she did what looked like downward dog but it wasn't real yoga and I couldn't hear her because I was blaring 10cc's The Original Soundtrack at max volume on my ~$7 Panasonic earbuds (highly recommended btw). I videotaped this event and thusly have the visual evidence and could examine what she was hollering about––if said hollering was at all coherent––but I don't know if I should watch the video. My LIFECAST.INFO has hit a predictable snag, but not so jagged/harsh that I feel like giving up. I will rise again, much like Señor Jesus. The fate of this woman though, both in life and in my future in the arts, is uncertain.

The fact that I was present to run at all on this day of days might also be noteworthy: my dog is ill. While the rest of the family drove to New Jersey for some festivities, I took watch over our loyal, excitable pup Franklin, an 8-year-old jet black mutt. His stomach ain't right. He needed to be let out on the hour, every hour, and I won't get into the particulars of canine diarrhea, especially in a big city with no nearby (private) wooded/grassy areas. It's not exactly an Easter egg hunt.