Category: Confessions
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Italian Mexican Food
After 37 beers and a carton of Strikes, down there below those swirling, curling lights of the Piccadilly-like carnival on the inlaid pier, I gotten a sudden hankering for a bit of the ol’ south of the border chow — but there I was stuck in a sea of neon beach shops and surfer boutiques Read more
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Shopping List Lost
The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray Read more
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Stroke on the Plains
I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called Plains on Texas Read more
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I Long to Live the Log Cabin Syrup Life
With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense of peace. I guess I always have. I would consider it one of my favorite food packaging labels of all time. “What a lunatic,” someone might say. “Who could possibly find comfort in a bottle Read more
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Albuquerque French Fries
The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with an insatiable desire for FrenchView… Read more
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Have you heard of not being summer?
I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through August – in a cave of ice, with a frosty mug of A and W root beer, my laptop, and really good internet service.View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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Walking to the Moon
Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more
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Sun burns world
Halfway through the memories on haunted hill, halfway through the turnstiles stuck in glue, sun burns red, sun burns blue, a wind sick hotel in desert hueView post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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Unintentional Evil
I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the windows, and no one knows I’m still alive inside. There is no fortune to be had behind these LA eyes of sparkling white and bright. And I saw a window cleaner on a skyscraper fallView… Read more
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