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Monthly Archives: January 2014

(After Kelis (for Scott))

My breakfast shake brings all the boys to the yard. They’re like: ‘This is┬ásome kind of post-Hemingwayan ironic machismo statement, right?’

Dicovery/Go Figure

My legs don’t get stiff when I go for a run. They get stiff when I sit down and write about it.

Charlton pastorale

The peacock’s cry on a Saturday night. …………………Sunday morning: the hoover.