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November 8, 2021 7:39am

Dead walked among me. So it felt, yesterday, every day. Daylight. Sleepness. Eyes of strangers. A woman with no ass crossed 21st Street, eastward, momentarily turning around for no obvious reason. Her lipsticked mouth opened....

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Giving IG a Try…, and a Flashback

…while also going through this website and fixing all the dead images. Due to changing WordPress themes and importing from other content management systems the hard-coded URLs to hundreds of images are inaccurate. Normally...

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Details

Woke up today filling in details of the last two stories I posted. Or is it three? Doesn’t matter. It’s all based in fact, with some harmless fictional flourishes thrown in to make it fun. I remembered those moments...

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Nevermind

I seem to have mostly gotten over a cold, or maybe even a flu, though it didn’t seem bad enough for the latter. I don’t know, but there was a lot of snot. A very snotty couple of days it has been here. I was reminded...

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Nights

Mornings were automatic with her. We slept naked, leaving nothing but a bed sheet to get out of the way. Her mind was primed, already singing from whatever adventures swirled through her sleeping head. From the entrance of my...

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Mornings

The Monday and Thursday Girl Mornings we were automatic, and sometimes it seemed unstoppable. She was the first woman to let me fuck her hard. I didn’t even know what that meant until it started happening. I had seen very...

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Is The Sea Of Shit Fading?

My reading of the tea leaves, and base instincts for having observed such things already, is that Facebook is fading, and leveraging Instagram as its primary social media vehicle for the future. I have no stake in either, which...

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Huge swath

Somehow a huge swatch of text matter evaporated from a previous posting, in which I dictated most of the text whilst walking past an ex’s house, patrol-like, as I do virtually every single day. She is no love lost. Just a...

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Made it Through

Made it through to another morning. Cloudy, overcast, a bird squawking outside. I crushed my first spotted lanternfly a  couple of days ago. I thought I got it on video but I did not. I first spotted one on Amsterdam Avenue,...

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Mustard

Finally finished arguing with myself about what happened to the mustard. At this point it seems I’ll never know. Somehow, in the last 48 hours, a bottle of mustard purchased just a couple of weeks ago vanished. That makes...

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Trying other mapping things

So much time wasted following instructions on how to accomplish certain tasks, those instructions wrong, inaccurate, deliberately incomplete as if the true currency of our interaction is wasted time.

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Sit Down

How many times do I sit down, say to myself “Say something”, then say nothing?...

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Fresh Porn on the LinkNYC Kiosks

There is no off-switch on this genius machine. I can still get to pr0n over LinkNYC. Aces to me. This image from today, 10/8/2021. Aces… Yeah, right…   Scroll down and then click if you really need to see...

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Got a Little Lost in Jersey Today

I like getting lost. A little bit. Until it becomes monotonous. I made it over to Orange, NJ, today, to scout out what payphones might survive. I don’t know the town at all but, as expected, I found a few. I expected more...

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Garbage of the Day

As satisfying as it seems to get a bunch of junk out of the closet it seems the pile of garbage never recedes. Today I piled up another heap of useless electronics. A virtual reality headset none could ever use again. A no-name...

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Triggers

A former friend and I had to part ways over a disagreement over triggers. Alcohol triggers. The conflict revolved around LinkNYC, and how the CityBridge consortium behind it deliberately chose to ignore a city mandate banning...

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Stream This

Got into a long-and-drawn-out exchange with someone last week. The discussion concerned webcams,...

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Day 2. Or Still Day 1?

Got through it OK, wanting a beer but not doing it. I managed to stock up on beer and vodka the day before making this decision to lay off. Is it possible 1:35pm, Thursday, September 16, 2021, was really my last ingestion of...

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I Think I Can Do It

I can stay sober. I can be my old self again, whatever that was. I guess my “old self” had more ability to concentrate on work and getting things accomplished. I can do that now but the sprawl of what I could or...

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1:35pm Today, September 16, 2021

I knew a woman whose blog’s tagline was “Today is the day. I know I say that every day but really, today is the day!” I’ve been saying it every day for longer than I can remember. Sometimes I ask it as a...

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No Sooner

No sooner do I consider tearing this place down — this website, that is, not this physical roof over my head — I find myself distraught and vulnerable upon discovering something amiss with its innards. A database...

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Another Day

Yesterday was not intended to be one for an epic 10+ mile long walk, but that is what it turned out to be. I had planned to make a quick there-and-back to Forest Hills to hear the carillon at the Queen of Martyrs church on...

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Batter Up

This mind is like a batting cage. Words from across my life, words of mine, words of others, come at me. I deflect them. I try, at least. Names of important lovers seem to come in hardest, fastest. Facial tics of my mother, the...

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Ceiling Fan and Windows

Like the woman I am seeing now she did not want me taking pictures of her. Worse would have been pictures of us together. I played by the rules because I wanted her to be my rule, for us to be each other’s rule. So this is...

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No Singletons at The Vessel

A new rule at The Vessel, the shawarma-like monstrosity at Hudson Yards, is simple: No singletons allowed. Analysis of a string of suicides that occurred at The Vessel revealed one common trait. All those who jumped arrived at...

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Missing

Temptations guide me toward thinking we had something. Did I let the real thing get away? Did we have some magic that kept me engaged? Have I erased from memory our mutual conclusions that a long and lasting future together...

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Today’s Good Deed

I found someone’s New York State drivers license about a ½ hour ago, sitting in plain sight on a sidewalk outside a house. Someone emerged from the house. I held up the license and asked if it was his, or that of anyone he...

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Walked the Walk. Wasted the Way.

I walked the complete length of Queens Boulevard, from where it begins (or ends, depending on your outlook) at… where does it begin, anyway? I looked to Google maps for clarity but, as so often happens with that resource,...

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From the Sky

Startling moment earlier today. Writing it up now before I forget it ever happened. 10am. Ambling along on my first of what would be four daily constitutionals. Wide sidewalk. Overcast skies. No concerns. An object lands on the...

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Sit Still

I woke up thinking I should spend this day writing. Typing. Stringing words together in effluvious wellsprings of vapid array. Looking out the window I see a young woman walking her dog. Another person of (from this distance)...

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Tower Records

Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 17:40:27 -0500 (EST) From: mark thomas To: *** Subject: Re: [Contact] hi, *** Oh, yeah, I think I remember TO. He was the drummer? The problem I had with re-connecting with the Tower folks is that I never...

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July, 2009.

She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts. She left bed and went to the kitchen. I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the...

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We Had Mutual Friends. I Cannot Remember Who.

Took me way longer than it should have to remember who this archived text message was from. “Thx again for a nice time:). Maybe when we are less under influence, we can continue working on some music together. That was...

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The Desk In My Bedroom on Main Street, Oberlin Ohio, USA, 1989-1990

I might have kept that upside-down “PERISHABLE FRESH FRUIT” box because of its sturdiness. And the cassettes. Might still have those, too. That’s a silver double-cassette boom box (Magnavox?) on the far bottom left. That thing rocked. I remember blasting Paganini, Alkan, Pabst, Busoni, and the gratuitous 19th/20th virtuosi, ghetto-style, across the firmament of Main […]

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Do Not Call 814-351-9579 or 469-646-0884

I intended to craft a detailed explanation of how I determined that a couple of strange emails were nothing but spam, albeit with a somewhat novel (to me, at least) twist. But the details of examining email headers and running...

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Kismet Involving the Sinatræ

Last week a friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s burial site. Toward the end of the story, just as I was starting to ask why the hell this was sent to me (I’m no Frank Sinatra groupie) the last...

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