The Mystery Spot

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Showing posts with label get off my lawn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label get off my lawn. Show all posts
Saturday, February 9, 2019

Fine dining is not dead

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“Are you a musician?” The server asked me. “You look like someone I’ve seen before but I can’t place you.” After quizzing each other with va...
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Thursday, January 4, 2018

Ten more things I'm already tired of in 2018

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Other people’s diets Other people’s pets Naming winter storms Sanctimony Twitter threads Star Wars revision and criticism Curated anyt...
Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Ten more words I'm already tired of in 2018

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Mixed use Adulting Fur parent Snowflake Supermoon Soul Plan Sour Vegan Spirit
Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Ten words I'm already tired of in 2018

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Magic Onboarding Unpacking Fake news Deep state Bitcoin Blockchain Vlogger Rob Portman Conversation
Monday, April 10, 2017

Reaccomodating social media

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I’m not even sure if I’m aging out properly anymore. I’m not part of anyone’s demographic, unless something financial is needed from me. Unl...
Friday, June 21, 2013

Earworm

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There's little political passion in rock and roll these days. Or at least none that takes it right in front of a big oil corporate hea...
Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I know what I did, what have I done?

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What I told my son about his Grandmother's death. On Saturday I told him to think good thoughts about Grandma. Yesterday I sat with him ...
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I am the man who tells you something. Then you say, "someone said" this. I am forgettable, unless I do something wrong. Then you complain about me to management. You should all come to Writers Block Poetry on Wednesday nights at Kafe Kerouac. I have a Scottish wife. I have son who is filled with sweetness. Another year of changes is ahead, good changes.
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