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lucky

“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at… Read More »

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capitalism needs racism

Hey, how are you doing?  Ming and I came home.  I like home, but I get overwhelmed.  Too much to do!  So much mail to read!  Buy fruit, ride trike, dance a jig.  Theorize how capitalism needs racism. This morning I was thinking about how capitalism needs racism to function.  I was lying in bed… Read More »

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true, kind, and narcolepsy

“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?”… Read More »