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« Blues #1 [by Cleis Abeni] | Main | Monday Comic by Nin Andrews »

October 12, 2015


Bravo, Mr. Chazzmatazz, bravo! I surrender to your superior weapons of pointed humor. As you know, little catechetical instruction will be required to convert me to Pastafarianism. Et cum noodle tu tuo.

“We hereby claim dominion over this country club and golf course, including the cabanas and the parking lot, in the name of ‘The Republic of Indigenous Peoples’. You are hereby ordered to surrender your car keys, sign over deeds to your houses and the contents of all your 401-Ks and savings and checking accounts, etc. etc. We also assume full control of your sons and daughters” Sounds like what happened to the Jews in Germany. Except they took homes and business and lives. And you wouldn't have found Jews in the country clubs here until they built their own. true, so true.

Mister Hoffman, yes I'm aware that you already worship His Holy Pastiferousness.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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