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big day

We had a big day.  A house guest came suddenly.  We prepared the guest room.  These rocks were left by a friend who lived here last year for three months, resting after a partnership that ended. I put this paper rose on top of a small stack of books and art. And I put fruit… Read More »

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beans

Hey, I made four pounds of beans for the Shut Down Creech protesters.  They’re out in the desert for a week, doing important work, and feeding them is an honor.  I was fun to make that much beans in a tamale pot.  Like food not bombs again, those days.  I get a thrill. Yes, beans… Read More »

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real men

I was at physical therapy and saw a few folx including a nice-seeming stranger doing arm / shoulder work, like me.  He seemed to have a good rapport with the workers, and I liked him.  Then I saw his shirt.  It said “Real men marry” and the rest I wasn’t able to view. Instantly my… Read More »

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dinner fantasy

“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy.  So there’s this table.  And Bunny is at one end of it.  He has a napkin tucked around his neck.  And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »

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why we pee

Oh hey, how are you doing?  I wanted to tell you.  I figured out why we pee.  It had been bothering me for some time. I think about lizards–I learned about a lizard in the desert who does not pee.  They poop out poop, but also poop out pee.  Once a week or whatever.  They… Read More »

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pumpkin smoothie

“Are you skeeved out by a pumpkin smoothie?” I asked Ming. “No,” he said. “Ok!  You wanna try my pumpkin smoothie?  It’s hella good.” “Wow!” he said. “Tastes like pumpkin pie, huh?” I asked. “Tastes better than pumpkin pie!” he said. “Yeah!  Like pumpkin pie but without the pesky crust,” I said. It was the… Read More »

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breakfast of champion

Hey, thought you might like to see my breakfast of champion.  It’s free box rice, free box cabbage, soyrizo, salt, and butter.  What a delicious treat.  I wish I could share with you, esteemed reader. I was eating breakfast of champion out in the driveway, catching some morning rays.  Unfortunately, it was trash day–the neighbor’s… Read More »

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September prayer requests

Hey, here are my September prayer requests, if you would like to pray along.  Thank you for your love and any prayer you can spare. These requests are pretty similar to last month’s.  I’m still looking for new ways to ask for help, that work for me, and don’t just stress me more. September prayer… Read More »

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hearing voices

My curious friend asked about my voices.  He wants to know what they sound like, are they nice or mean, genders, languages.  I searched my own blog for hearing voices and came up with some cool posts, but nothing giving a real overview. I’m crazy and disabled, love and accept myself unconditionally, and have a… Read More »

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ears

“Can you do me a favor and grow your ears really big so they turn into wings?  And then I can climb on your back, and we could fly around?” I asked Ming. “Sure,” he said. We were lying in bed–I was touching his ear and making it flap like a wing.  His ears are… Read More »