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Back to Her Lair

“We went back to the barn; I made love to her under the tarantula. What was the tarantula doing?” I’m reading On The Road, by Jack Kerouac (it’s taking me forever because … well, because I’m lazy). This is a passage in the book, and it got me thinking about sex and tarantulas (which is [...]

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Habit Unobserved

“The men helped my father into the coach first, and then my mother, a reversal of their usual and ritually observed manners, which seemed to me final and devastating.” This is a quote from Tinkers by Paul Harding. It inspired this little ditty. I’m just picturing an elderly couple getting into a car (an anonymous [...]

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Three Boys at a Doorstep

Lebron James looked around, fidgeting. Kobe Bryant rolled his eyes and said, “fine, I’ll do it – but you need to learn to man up and just gun it.” That’s when Kobe reached out and rang the doorbell. (Though, to be honest, he was fidgeting too.) Meanwhile Dirk Nowitzki looked sort of like a billy [...]

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