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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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parking lots

Hey, the song of the day is Burn It Down.  Hope you like it. Ming wanted to hear it, and he danced so cutely, this morning.  He asked for the song about Rodney Coronado, and I didn’t know what he was talking about.  But when I searched for Burn It Down, I was like–oh!  Yeah,… Read More »

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my body is a very smart lady

Crazy fat liberation is important to me.  I want to live in a world where I’m respected unconditionally.  My body is a very smart lady.  But it shouldn’t need to be smart or pretty or healthy or anything in particular, to be respected. You could understand me or not understand me–doesn’t matter.  You could totally… Read More »

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trash is beautiful

Hey, did you know I’m fat and against fascism?  Probably you noticed. My trike wheel is in the shop, supposed to be done Friday.  We went for a walk out of desperation.  “Walking seems so slow and the incorrect ratio of work to travel,” I told Ming.  “I wish I could trike everywhere!” But the… Read More »