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Friday, January 30, 2009
this is a mess
i have to spit out this story, late as it is, because i haven’t got the ability to resist. mike stumbled in formal dress, late to the assembly of welsh nobility off in the distance. i like jumbled messes that modulate and assemble themselves gradually until they are crisp. soggy cereal gets me twenty-first chromosome down. i can only get up again when the cheerio in my heart is filled. at long last it has come in apple cinnamon, no citrus. my dreams are not spicy but sweet.
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welcome back phlox. your levity, mixed with brevity, is once again a beacon of dim light in the intertubes. i note a more uplifting tone to the blog thus far. perhaps love has assuaged your soul as it did not mine. the fact that you gave up your soul in a late night night beer drinking game years ago apparently has not harmed you irreparably.
ReplyDeleteyou are the voice of a new generation, joe, and i must say i enjoy every refreshing swig i get of your comments.
ReplyDeletewhile my tone may vary, i assure you my box-cutter wit and dim light will never grow dull. welcome back. and if you see my soul, send it back to me in an unmarked beige envelope.
is phlox in hibernation for the winter? what's up with this
ReplyDeleteYet another 51 week sabbatical? ..You're asking a lot from your readers here.
ReplyDeleteIt's like you're fading away, T. The fuzzy-around-the-edges stages have progressed to overall translucency. Which, in and of itself, is reavealing quite a few surprises. Full length underwear? A butterfly tattoo, really? And I can't be certain - but is that pierced!?