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Nov 2021
I'm tired of the way the ways tire me

I reversed the current on my fan . Now it turns the way I think

I have a radio . I use it to collect the dust of passersby , not passerbys

Why do I like scotch and Irish music when I am English ?

A little fae told me sidhe is pronounced "Shay" . I thought that strange .

If Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso had been novelists would they have illustrated their books

Wine is like crime and punishment . It is plucked , crushed , bottled up , and put into solitary confinement for years , then poured out and ****** away .

All poets are crazy , anyone who disagrees is crazy .

Stock futures are yesterday's indecision

The last in class in medical school is called doctor
The last to class is called tardy
The class in being last is never having to look over your shoulder to see who is following you
South by Southwest
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South by Southwest  Trussville , Alabama
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