The amazing retrocolor future

(8 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

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Some doomy, gloomy, and rheumy blogtopians worry too much.  

Everything is definitely under control,

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until it explodes, but please don’t waste my beautiful mind on morbid speculation.

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Can’t we talk about art instead?

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The best thing for “irritable blogging syndrome” is Grandma’s digestivo cure.  

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Bitters, amirite?

Fergawdsake don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya,

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Because there really is no place like home,

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the intimacy

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and security

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of the homeland.


  1. Compound F

    the results into “a diary.”  I didn’t really have a purpose or direction, tho’ obviously I am perseverating on certain themes and ideations.  I hear they make pills for that.

  2. banger

    to make much sense out of anything. Still, we should try. If this is what it is for you–ok. I like reading your stuff–write more and I’ll like it more–you may not even know what to day or understand a word you’re saying but so what?

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