if by alternating tongues we

Bob Mould has a new album this September, early released a clusterfuck song!

• Oh well
• A long-time baseball writer tweeted: an agent last week: "They're actually going to burn it all down," they the shitlords who own the teams who teem to break all unions (but the police) and especially want to break MLBPA, it's personal bucket-list
• I retweeted: Rereading first two of Mantel's Henry trilogy ahead of reading the new third reminds me our shitlords were ever thus, if they can't have everything nobody gets anything
• I tweeted at a name the wrong movie tweet: Peewee's Big Adventure (the swimming pool scene) (this a beacon to crazy pants)
• ditto here instead of a bleggalgaze, how what just happened everywhere evaporates like the alcohol on your plague wipe (or disappearing
• branding not forgotten never was as soon as removed)
• I thought I'd miss local Nats radio play-by-play more than I do

• I have Doctor Sevrin ears, currently sunburn red in real life
• Jack Cox Dodge Rose
• Remember when the plague was here?
• Re: Mantel's Henry trilogy and shitlords ever thus they are all leveraged, blackmailed, and extorted against each other, it's fun for the just psychopathic, the smartest, most dangerous among them know there's no there there, *they're* the sociopaths to fear
• Small insight
• Remember when the plague was here? 
• Shitlords will not let a plague go to waste
• Beware of lateral thinking
• Obamapostasies: a refresher
• Death in Moco. First time I ate a breakfast bagel sandwich at Bagel City was when I worked a few emergency shifts at Crown Books #801 in the same shopping center in the mid-80s, beloveds can vouch, if not for Crown Books there would be no Planet, who ate many a breakfast bagel sandwich at Bagel City with Earthgirl and me

TICKLED SYNC

Susan Parr

While in bells I lie,

who lies, if my belle—

my female I—

the one I Hallmark,

with my feelings; we-one

I tremble with consort—

who lies, if  by alt-

ernating tongues we

two-speak false rap-

port, peal apart?

Who lies—if  I she-and-I

deliver our ultima-

tum: my surly quiver,

her curt surprise—

if my two-timing slips?

If  Time itself

stutters the part—

if it inserts (and she

hearts!) a skipping second

one into my her-verge,

her to-my-from—

pushes in an extra

friend, an other, phan-

tom pendulum?