Lungs of the City

Saturday, March 5, 2016

FACE

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"I was sayin let me out of here before I was Even born--it's such a gamble when you get a face It's fascinatin to observe ...
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Monday, February 15, 2016

FIXES LIKE THE ANGEL OF HELL

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FIXES LIKE THE ANGEL OF HELL Delegating the pencil to the crapper, the tweets and hawks took over obliterating justice in fav...
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Saturday, December 12, 2015

STOLEN GLOW

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This is what the Missouri Botanical Garden looks like after dark these days. It costs $15 to get in and experience "THE GLOW" an...
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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Anagrams

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BRETT LARS UNDERWOOD A Bolstered Word Runt A Blenders Tudor Wort A Blundered Sort Wort A Bundled Terrors Two A Bundled Terrors Wot A Bundled...

NINETY FEET OFF THE BEATEN PATH

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---------------------------- I had a craptacular, five-day weekend of work and came home in a funk last night. Even th...
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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

SHUT UP AND LISTEN!

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CHARLES MINGUS DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU JIBBER JABBER IN THE VENUE “You, my audience, are all a bunch of poppaloppers. A bunch of tum...
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Sunday, July 12, 2015

SOUTH OF NO NORTH

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SOUTH OF NO NORTH ...escaping the war...Charles Bukowski "He looked at me. I stared down at my feet. He seemed to be reading a sheaf ...
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Zed Naught
Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything. Everything! It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets. He doesn't mind at all, you see. It just the music of his city.
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