archives for Tuesday 4 November 2008
that’s *president* “half-breed muslin” to you
Tuesday 4 November 2008 | 7 cookies in the jar
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why did I stop drinking again? why?!
Tuesday 4 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Because the Brujo may be sober, but he’s asleep; and I’m sitting in here staring unblinkingly at, of all things, an AOL map, and gnawing off my own face.
DAMN it’s gonna be a LONG night.
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should I…
Tuesday 4 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
…pay $99 for a software program which might, just might, recover the 85 poetry files I somehow deleted this morning in my electoral excitement (using “Secure Empty Trash” on 10.4.11; yeah, I know)? Or should I just be happy that I have hard copies of most of them, and take this occasion to start all […]
election day refrains · walt whitman
Tuesday 4 November 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
By the real Walt Whitman, not my supervisor! Though in places it reads as if it had been written by Teddy Roosevelt. Of course the breaks are all wrong owing to the sprawling multitude-containing Whitmanian line, and of course I’ve had weeks to figure this out, but did I? Nooooo. So just imagine long lines […]
