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there go the movies…
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Smash your head on the cock rock
I wanted to know Philip Roth. Or, more accurately, I didn’t want to not know Philip Roth. People talk him up like he’s Mr. Important–ofttimes people who are smart.
A shameful percentage of my delvings-into-things begin with the same impulse: not curiosity, but fear of humiliation. What if the world finds out that I have never […]
Toys were toys and boys were boys.
I’ll say.
[The second half is all fucked up, soundwise.]
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Movie productions are common on my block but this is the biggest one yet. It’s for Charlie Kaufman’s new film.
They’ve got Royal Oak shuttered, and they’re not even shooting in there tonight. Orange traffic cones extend for blocks in all directions. The NYPD tow truck is creeping by at this moment, on the lookout for […]
If Yes go to
I should know better than public radio on Sunday mornings, but it’s automatic: I get out of bed and switch that shit on.
Is there anything more disgusting than childbirth?
Yes. People discussing the joy and wonder of childbirth.
Is there anything more disgusting than the so-called joy and wonder of childbirth?
I believe so: the joy and wonder […]
Bundle of joy
Shrimp dick probably deserves its own tag. But that would be letting the terrorists win.
Yesterday after chatting awhile:
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
I’m gonna smoke a ton!
And drink my little shrimp dick silly.
I’m relieved that shrimp dick has made an appearance.
Wouldn’t be right otherwise.
I thought you might be sick […]