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“It is just a matter of time. This neighborhood is shot.” “Even though, it’s just the same old place. It is beautiful in it’s way.” I responded. “It is a shame if it goes like it always does.” “It’ll be downhill from here.” I had to answer honestly. “I know I can feel the erosion of the old neighborhood. Continue reading Them Torture It is twenty ’til four. I’m awake. I am nervous. Somehow twenty ’til four has been a theme in my nocturnal experience. It always seems like the Rubicon which if crossed in wakefulness spells disaster for the preceding night. But I have good cause for crossing this river. The incessant dull throbbing ‘plonk’ emanating from down the hall denies Continue reading Torture Garlic, the toad came to visit Mamaw today. My name is Emmy an’ I’m this many. I stay with Mamaw . She’s sittin’ in that rocker, couple days now. Mamaw allus says toads is lucky. I ast Mamaw: Her taste is where I got her Continue reading Garlic the Toad Breadline It’s a wonder that more stomachs don’t growl. It’s the same desperate looking crowd – a few more, a few less perhaps but indistinguishable from any other day. I sniff hungrily at the odor of potato and fat. It Continue reading Breadline |
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Albert the Allegory muses on Global Warming
Well, I was down to the swamp an this allegory, least I think it were an allegory I know one got a skinnier nose than the other but you know what I mean… He climbed up out’n the water, looked me in the eye and commenced to tellin’ this story.
I figured I didn’t have nuthin
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