“make it last all year.”

this house is too unstable to do any Good in.

surely u know what that’s like, brother, sister.

tis the season for Muppet Christmas.

99% of the time we put it on for it’s numbing effects.
Puppets preaching the change of a 1% sort must have been possible in the early 90s.

But Surely That’s Not Possible Here? Now?

but tonight we went in another direction. something we hadn’t heard before.
cutesy looking “Fireside Christmas.”

…and lo: 2/17. that’s a merry omen!

“when a cold wind blows it chills you. chills you to the bone.

but there’s nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being alone.”

my wife froze to death around the same age.
you may know this, as i’ve been a “broken record” about it…

(full disclosure, it was just as new to US as it was to u. in all fairness tho, i thought i was addressing humans, fully ignorant of the fact that the camera aims to drain most of that dross out in production.)

regardless. Her Truth chills to the bone.
and she froze up listening to this Xmas story by the greatest Russian ever

take heart in knowing that Her access to that Tree in the Now is limitless.
and when She does, it is beyond your understanding.
for Her flying doesn’t have a tail.
so there’s no need for a number to take flight.

“the world will be saved by beauty.” said the author of the Heavenly Christmas Tree.

true beauty is often the most grotesque ugly made whole.

Gd, u’d be fucking beautiful flying without a tail.

straight wandering.

deep roots are not, motherfucker.

p.s. if any Full bodied reader wants to make a quick youtube video of yourself reading James Thurber’s “The Bear Who Let It Alone”, that would be most appreciated. but don’t let the camera drain your Humanness. the sexier the better. no hobbit feet.


“i left one world with the help of another”- M.M.

should i come back just to prove i’m there?

this sort of ambition makes my blood boil. my dog asleep on the floor lets out 4 snores.

if i could kill, hollywood style… a lesser bird makes a horrid shriek.

breath. and a sigh comes up from the floor.

think of you and think coward. a v8 with a bad exhaust enters the highway.

what a waste. i’ll wait tho. can you see what i see, beast?

the mystical law. the experts.

more weight.

remember that time i found a box in that community recyclin bin by the fire station?

per chance.

“x factor- see the clarity.” i jumped in to get it because i thought it was such a cool box.

had all this foam padding to keep the preciouses safe.

…i often wonder where those exact preciouses ended up.

who’s pocket are they in?

i’m starting to brag. shoot me.

we’d make a great team tho right?

me with all my life. you will all your death.

tho i don’t really understand your game.

(i don’t think you do either.)

but alas. you are not real.

and i am.

so enjoy the show.

(i’m going to wait for an ender-ender for this post, so if you’re not part of the live-stream slaves, just know that this next bit may have taken a few minutes to think of.)

it never comes.

you want good art? be Real with me.


Howard Stern’s bros recently posted a video of you singing that song. the way they did it concerned me. no birthday shout-outs, nothing. just cus they’re great guys i guess?

i say this cus when i clicked on it Something inside immediately triggered some sort of protective rage. it was one of those moments where one anticipates from afar exactly what Human emotion is about to grow.

i didn’t even wanna watch it. like if my sister was on The Bachelor, i def wouldn’t watch it. every week that she managed to hang her heart for them roses i would pop in the VHS from our ’97 road trip to Disney and keep replaying the part where i knocked her on her ass and she rolled down the manicured slope at some rest-stop in Georgia. and my subsequent, unequivocal denial that i had any part in her fall. (tho it was all on film).

but im glad i did.

Empathy, bro.

One love.

you’re a fucking Queen. thank you for the past 2 decades of grit and the past 7 months of unequivocal True grit.

you def don’t build in vain.


also, your toes are weird.

Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right.

You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the “New Post” button, and tell us why you’re here.

Why do this?

  • Because it gives new readers context. What are you about? Why should they read your blog?
  • Because it will help you focus your own ideas about your blog and what you’d like to do with it.

The post can be short or long, a personal intro to your life or a bloggy mission statement, a manifesto for the future or a simple outline of your the types of things you hope to publish.

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  • Why are you blogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal?
  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?
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You’re not locked into any of this; one of the wonderful things about blogs is how they constantly evolve as we learn, grow, and interact with one another — but it’s good to know where and why you started, and articulating your goals may just give you a few other post ideas.

Can’t think how to get started? Just write the first thing that pops into your head. Anne Lamott, author of a book on writing we love, says that you need to give yourself permission to write a “crappy first draft”. Anne makes a great point — just start writing, and worry about editing it later.

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