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I wish I had a porch swing big enough to hold all 29 of my followers. The sun is setting in Dallas. It’s incredibly hot, but bearable. I’m not the biggest fan of The Rolling Stones, but they’re doing the mood right. I’m half tempted to retrieve the acoustic, but I don’t want to move.…
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Space this one out over the weekend.
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It’s poetry I write in my porch swing, then I go crazy.
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Dr. Phil is softening up your Memaw.
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None of them. Meeting other authors was the biggest mistake of my writing career.
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It’s poetry I write in my porch swing, then come inside and do a lot of other things.
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Sat and wrote half of a song this morning with covfefe. Then, I had an idea… Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.
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No dumping, kids. Also, did you ever think we’d be living in a world where our president had to smuggle himself in a food truck to avoid assassination, or where aliens are real? I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam. Tolkien
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When they opened the door to the catering truck and all the food was gone, did our President bust out a shameless Scooby Doo laugh?
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Let me know what you think in the comments. I really don’t want to drive to Ennis. -signed Laziest Paranormal Investigator OAT
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An hour away by train, and realized I failed to charge my mic. The new project is delayed by a day, but I get this instead. I miss you, New York! Until then… Dallas will do.
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The most unsettling thing you’ll see all day.
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For Memaw & Pepaw. Not mine; everyone’s.
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This movie has made over a billion dollars. No one truly gives a sh*t what I think.
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The queen has managed to replicate my maternal grandmother’s meatloaf and my paternal grandmother’s chicken fried steak. A food-heavy weekend, and I’m not complaining. Let’s see how it sits with this movie. Rev-iew to follow… Also, my old Native American nickname (before the tribe gave me the moccasin). You’re welcome.
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I’ve only participated in the whole open mic scene for a couple of years, but I’ve attended regularly for at least fifteen. Most of them consisted of pearl-snap shirts and cowboy hats. Lots of blues and sad stories about the one who got away. Big, bearded, husky f*ckers with tales to tell. Let’s set the…
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In my two year music journey, I’ve discovered that musicians make for bad audiences. We’re too busy picking each other apart to actually do what we ventured out to do in the first place; which was enjoy live music. Still, some insist on letting you know their distaste for whatever brand you’re selling. Sure, I…
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