this could be the last time

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jottings from my new foreskine notebook

a company mint is accompaniment to the think tank man on the spit shine dime of the bailed out line of some deadweight freight. the new scam is old hat but the old boots are worn true.

where is that hat i'm going out darling

                     here i am again              sharp as ever, popped up at the river of the mouth in the gagging beachhead, caked to kill in krill powder but creased cold by centuries of centurion signatories.

honest musings of a fellow who can't quite connect thought with emotion

every tuesday night i'm consumed by the notion to put the trash out on the curb. and then, almost like clockwork, i lose the urge completely for about a week.

every time i open a book -- to page one -- and read each page consecutively until there are no more, i'm met by an implacable sense of accomplishment.

whenever i raise a set of children with a willing spouse, i'm railroaded by a feeling of impenetrable disgust when they are rejected from the ivy league university of their choice.

a selection of quotations

a selection of quotations, (organically) following a pursed perusal of the at-large and assorted western conversational canon:

'the brontosaurus is finished' -- robert oppenheimer, 1942

'your hindquarters, i now reveal to you, hold but a trifling place in this matrimony' -- oscar wilde, 1884

'you can tell these blue corn tortilla chips came out of a bag off a sysco truck. but they're still pretty ok.' -- gabriel garcia marquez, 1995 (translated from the spanish)

'is this still the war of 1812?' -- private archibald clay, 1813