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February 7, 2012 by at 12:40 am
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
JOB
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
Southern Expat
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
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I’ve rented the pool for my birthday and you’re all invited. It will be closed to the general public. My mom made me invite Potter even though he’s always mean to me. My parents are friends of the Potters.
There will be hot dogs with catsup, tiny bags of chips that are hard to open and a sheet cake with lard frosting.
Remember to wait thirty minutes after you drink a Fanta to get in the water.
Otherwise, you’ll get a side ache.
And no peeing in the pool!
Taking bets whether Lickona will show up wearing the scapular.
I need to get me another one of those someday. My last one was ripped off by a rabid Catholic groupie looking to get a piece of the piety. You know how it is.
Happy birthday, Mr. Webb!
Mr. Webb,
Happy nativity! And thanks for the note about the Men in Blue winning XLVI…
Have one for me; I am/will be doing the same for you.
JOB
Thanks to all.
Don’t forget Potter on the 10th. He could use a Vermont Teddy Bear or one of those Hickory Farms gift sets.