I Want Design Heightened into Artificial Imbalances of Calm

New GNOD!

A.R. Ammons

Also too, Phil is 78, seventy-effing-eight, today. Let Phil sing.

The Railroad I Cannot Build That Gomez Blew Up

That's from 2012, thought about it re: diet and clusterfuck after 3,747th repeat of one episode of Conversation with a Hillaryite Colleague yesterday, diet because HC was shoveling Clo$ed $unday for White Je$u$ chicken nuggets into her mouth, clusterfuck while blurting at me I gotta, just gotta re-embrace motherfucking Democrats because Trump trumpier, trumpiest every goddamn day. See tags. Links tomorrow, or not.

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They drive me nuts of late, the cats, at night. The beloved above most!
I'll try not make habit of my iPhone's new gif-enabling button, by which I mean I'll use it more than I think I do,
my cataloging of assholosity, mine, others, everyone's, which predated iPhones, also too.
I asked an elementary school teacher I know if the teacher had heard any other teachers in the school say Word One about the West Virginia (and potentially Oklahoma) teacher strike and she said, Hell no.
I asked the husband of a high school teacher if the teacher had heard other teachers talking about West Virginia but he said the teachers at that high school are still talking about the guy with the gun in that school last week.
All drafts titled next, dated a year from first draft, I haven't prefarted since last time until the next, didn't today.
New tag below, I hope to use it more than iPhone's new gif-enabling button, which is to say, fuck me.
We hiked Sky Meadows past Sunday in clean winter light (was fog last time: fog wins).
Is not the same tree below as in link above, though 100 yards left of somewhere on the compass, fine metaphors apply.