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Many others out there also.

So we hear.
So we here.

Gym shorts, bike locks

This breeze came from a long time ago. 

Technically, I'm working.

Band: 

Jonathan Wangbone and the Wicked Snatchplants

(really just these cats with a fresh look and dark new sound.)

How green were my beans?

That chewed-up yellow pencil holding her hair in a bun--

If only I'd been able to take the S.A.T. with it...

Saying a thing will never go out of style will never go out of style. 

(Her "Dan and Whit's" shirt makes me want to go there...)

Resist This

We were going to see Prisoners of Fun.

I'm craving fresh wet air and and cigarettes.

Encyclopedia Blanktastica

(You fill it in)

I'm like, hey, free buzz.

Don't cover that up!

The wisdom of idiots/The idiocy of wisdom

No maybe

Fear less, more so than fearless. 

Being taken for a vegetarian is the new compliment to replace being taken for gay. 

We're looking to repeal the Law of Unintended Consequences. 

Tree lines

Warm winds

I'm sensing a carnival--

It was a labor of self-love.

(Ian Parker and the NYer show how the celebrity profile is done.)

In Da Shade

Funny, Unexpected Person for President. 

He insists on running clockwise. 

Have you heard about the new push-up?

(The trick is getting these epiphanies to stick.)

Sun-raked basins

Bands: 

Let's End This Thing Right Now

Hi Yuppie Scum!

The thinking person's doomsday scenario-

Off-shoe drilling

Peewee practice laps

We're on their way

Sweet music or the regular kind?

I had one great salad there...

He worked hard on that beard. 

Overheard: "A female James Spader."

(That's Using 101 as a Descriptor 101.)

Parked

A mop topped pop teaching his kids how to snap bottle caps big distances. 

Books:

The Amateur Expert

How to Lose at Poker

Literary Edition #2

Thomas Wolfe on pantry-sniffing:

"Pungent...a haunting and nostalgic fusion of delicious smells whose exact quality it is impossible to define, but which has in it the odors of cinnamon, pepper, cheese, smoked ham, and cloves."

-from Of Time and the River (1935)

It Never Flails...

I still keep thinking they're going to bring that ride back.

Can't believe it was 10 minutes ago already!

Bill:

They're Famous For Not Playing On The Sabbath

The Trans Lucents

Grappling with Now

Thank you for ruining that song. 

Those San Diegan colors... 

That shape makes me weep.

Can I have a sip of that?

Mildly Mystical

IBO (Insanely Beautiful Out)

Thinking of founding: Stenchtown Taxi Co. 

(I'd like to help defray her costs.)

A Coney Island of the Groin

This looks like a good turnoff.

After that, it matters less.

They're not together;
you can tell by their body language.

On the radio, they're still giving away concert tickets...

"Boyish" as a religion

I'd like to wheatpaste his nerve tonic.

Also: They Sell Slush

Shrouded in whatnot

Playgrounding at night,

We kicked that bottle cap clear into yesterday.

Nice tennies!

They serve drinks with that Dust Bowl kick. 

An interview with the AuthentiTheme Corp.

When in doubts,

We looked at each other across the ocean...

It has to be set somewhere.

(I'd like to shore up her conservative credentials...)

So this is where they all went

She has an amazing situation.

Was all that library time wasted?

TMF! (Too Much Frosting)

The real story is there is no real story. 

Quicker to walk

When we learned the rock at the Moonrock Diner wasn't really from the moon.

Wasn't even an actual rock. 

(I'd like to translate her from the German)

Now what do I do with this?

Band: 3 of You, 3 of Us

A war of attrition against wars of attrition

I've underestimated my tendency to underestimate things. 

(Two 1985 movies that run 1 hour and 37 minutes: Brewster's Millions and After Hours. 

It is often said that this is the perfect "movie length.")

Know your demons

See? He understands.

The Book of Napkins and Forgetting

(I never had the courage to think that until now...)

So you'll find something else to believe in


Seen:
DON'T EVEN THINK OF
PUTTING UP A HUMOROUS
NO PARKING SIGN HERE!

You know her??

New show: Blonde and Awesome

Wiser than her months...

I think I remember him from Madison...

We need to catch up with that...

So, this

I could make a career out of you two.

Again, we were busy doing nothing.

The way he's touching her hip makes me feel young again.
(17, specifically)

An old actors' saying...

(The Montreal Expos seem to have become more powerful in their afterlife.)

Those two again

Band: Empty Threat

An hour is enough

Being a philosopher or just looking like one:
not so different.

Low sun, women on phones-


Those pigeons can fool you.

(There's an insult in there somewhere...)

Finally

We are working to give poetry a decent foundation.

And all it represents

The decline of the parlor...

Band:
Johnny Doofus and the Lame Wads

Singles:
Retoxification
Don't Nobody Ain't Trying to Be No Hero
Game Night Scares Us

Nice cover

So this is what it isn't like...

We called ourselves GOD
(Stood for Group Of Dudes)

Where is the cultural history of Ice Cubes?

I wouldn't mind seeing some lizards about now--

The Next Big Ethnicity

These babies are well-shaded.

I have vastly overestimated my ability to estimate things.

It's part of the look...

Undo one more button

The comfort of gravel and shade.

How cartoon character ice cream bars remain recognizable until the end-

A lot happened in between.

Bless that finch in the fence...


You name it, we gave it to the wind.

Band: Nancy Avenue

Single: Roy of Hope


(Regular people don't have keys like that.)

Your lightly freckled answers

Band: the Flagrants
Single: Goodbye to Ew


Overheard: This weather is so beautiful it makes me want to grow another dick.


(At the Port Authority they're called Motorstairs.)

(There is no accurate record of how things were.)

More Than a God

Where the leggings end...

That Wilson sweatshirt takes me back (to the old me).

Annual softball game: Coked Out vs. Coked Up

"Do you know who you're dealing with?"
-asked of a casino worker

Vibrating with growth--


(Click, Click, Click, Click)

The test of time

is rigged.


I miss the old phone etiquette...

And when MoMA was holed up in that stapler factory in Queens.

(To me, you are indelibly a part of that work.)


--Physicians who refer to painful injections as "insufferable pricks."

Sleaze the day!

(Little flower-type things are falling.)

Cinnamon or something worse...

Band: The We'll See About Thats

(I just saw my exact look-unalike!)

Seen: If you can read this, thank a bumper sticker manufacturer.


(Apologies for the subsistence aphorizing...)

A familiar platform

Singing new songs and righting new wrongs.

A Nation Obsessed!
The Truth Behind America's Obsession with American Obsessions

Why was that guy pulling up his pants?


(She said her crotch was haunted, but I stayed...)

I Mist You

It was during the Golden Age of Laser Pointers.

For an hour I was "The man in the red hat."

Taking a swig and then reading the label intently...

Idea: Less me, more you.

It will be decided with Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

Matza in the park.

A steakhouse joke with the punchline: "Flamin' Yon."

Light, Sweet, Crude...

These ferns are outspoken.

Band: We're Only One Man!

(More like a trip down memory lame.)

That's what we said.

Phony Alarms

I admit I was wrong to admit I was wrong

I'm morally opposed to being morally opposed

(Everyday she was in the "Game Room" practicing her dance.)

Bible-sexy

My high-waisted highness-

I'd like to register her domain name.

All the way to Racine...


Band: Sons of Fun

The gnats is back

A very private plaid.

They're all named the same thing.

Band: You People Are Monsters

A date with Lady Law.

A banana at some point

Anybody ever tell you you look like Liz Phair?

This will be very dated.

That city left quite an impression...

Not for all my little dogs

Band: Foreign Porn
Single: Sorry I Made You Late


Let's hear what those birds think...

I cited you!

But we knew that.

Bands:
Sad in Good Weather
Our Names Mean Nil
The Slo Mo Hallways

Does it make it any less?

Turns out "Heavy Meddle" is the title of an episode of Scrubs.

Heavy Meddle

Field of Shimmies

We're gonna walk around the track tonight.

Also, I'd like to report unsafe conditions at her worksite.

Ocher, aqua

Skip to the nudes...

Slumber party on a Japanese handscroll.

Is this one of those rooms where whispers travel great distances?

And old Ghost in the Machine t-shirt-
(cheap at $220)

Literary Edition

So now I'd rather watch a character reading The Stories of John Cheever than read The Stories of John Cheever.


No, we did Villette instead.

And

She glowed like a review.

The Science Projects

Are you doing anything for the Semi-Annual Bra Event?

He kept throwing pretzel pieces into the street.

And I'm wondering where that building came from.

Also where it's going.

Whose idea was these?

The big belief question goes both ways.

With that attitude, no wonder.

Those pink frames and dark nostrils...

She couldn't hold her mittens.

(I'd like to renew his gym membership.)

J-Peggish

A competitive eating disorder.

He's a whole new cute.

(I'm always comparing things to that Borges story I never read.)

They moved on

Who'm I talking to?

One of those physics geniuses with a blown mind.

A mug with the Oshkosh skyline.

Declaration of Dependence

I like to smell like coffee.

A working theory

Oh yeah, that place.

Rain-slicked and angry.

We'll adapt and undercome.

I'm calling in some party favors--
Mostly those whistles that are like sirens.

Rain boots of color

Carnival resemblance

On Ocean City:
Well, which is it?

Band: The False Senses of Security

(Our references needed some sprucing up.)

Night Lights

We vowed to de-dirty those words.

Don't tell the ashes, but I think we scattered them in the wrong gorge.

(We pretty-girled our way out of things.)

That place rules

Sadie Hawkins Redux

Napkinwise, I'm fantastic

Pamphlet: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Pamphlets


(Turns out it wasn't even a star.)

What a waste of a big screen

I'd like to glaze her carrot cake.

He's okay, but he's always saying things like, "Or as I like to call it, Sexington Avenue!"

(She was a great car, and I betrayed her...)

Band: Wrong Hole

That catch deserves a nickname

I'd like to globally position her system.

(Bet you get that a lot.)

Advanced Bird Sounds

Band: The Weeps

A lot of songs star pretty girls walking by.

In times like that we'd turn to Emily...

Will I ever find my Serbian?


(This one's for my dear blonde overlord...)

Classic boxing match

Breaking though those stodgy moods.

Orange juice in small, thick cans.

(I'll take what's in that sweater vest.)

An argument as old as America

Cup of coffee on the car roof.

I can't imagine someone reading that whole thing.

There's nothing in the wind.

And I'm a big fan of his lesser works.

I think I hear cards being shuffled.


(That basketball game in the sky...)

He talks like people talk

You are such a beautiful nerd.

I hope you didn't hold onto that stuff.

Self-hurt book: Bashing the Gay Within


Hey--if it isn't my old fourth-grade teacher!
(It isn't)


(A good story, even if no one tells it.)

The universe demands it

I'd like to replenish their band-aid stash.

We'll pass my old dojo.

High on yin.

(I still mouth that couplet.)

Which fair was that?

Take the address labels and run.

Someone should paint her coming into work like that.

The consolations of commerce...

(They show old Italian movies in the corner.)

I adore that day

The rise of "inconvenience."

Winter hats with words knitted into them.

We thought he was a radio.

Did I tell you you're my new God?

Not Current

Fortified by my vivid ignorance of history.

Bottle Beautiful

Get my fry on-

(I'll miss that construction.)

Bands:
The Hers
Convenient Fiction

In the Snow

Her unexpectedly besocked foot

Left me, unexpectedly, besocked

Is this getting old?

And slow?

A trip to Texas or Paris might fix it.

I'm not serious.

That's the problem.

Or the answer.

A mind for malls

What was that firework-looking thing?

I didn't come this far to miss out on my free holiday gift.

Every fact is after the fact.

None of us know nothing

(I'd like to Hans his Zimmer.)

(I can't believe we're the same age.)

Certificate of Inauthenticity

Forgotten psychedelic 60's band:
Timothy Nimrod and the Plastic Orgasms

(I'd like to be held momentarily by his dispatcher.)

Seems good to me

Band: The Epitaffs

Triumphant beer holds

I like flip books,
but I wish they were longer.

Fake slaps

Crime Novelist Convention

That ear, peaking through that curtain of hair.

Ideas as furniture

Has it been that long?

(I'd like to plot against her America.)

A permanent record

(At least until somebody unplugs the internet.)

We sat at this table last time

Your jacket flounces nicely.

Now and Later wrappers were the best for that.

You and your frivolous now.

Those jeans might be counterfeit, but the ass is genuine certified.

I'd like to polish your bannister.

(These napkins look like sailboats.)

How Awesome Would That Be

Dance fantasies while mowing the lawn.

The movie where they end up on the beach.

She's so bundletastic!


A great writer, but none of his books are any good.

The Concerns

I'd like to flood his market.

Iron Man Hugathon

The drama of the South Ferry subway platform.

How about passionless peach?

Johnny Grotto

Please allow him to introduce himself.

A ballpark historian.

A relentless self-demoter.

Panel 1

Makes me want to cozy up in a cabin.

Or at least a cabin-themed tavern.

Jungle pouch

Book: 1001 Hair Compliments

"I'm not complaining," I complained.

I'd like to funnel his profits.

Still not enough.

The last of the big mowers.

Gutted superclubs

Where did all those chanting monks go?

This temperature makes me miss America,
Driving through space and all that.

Band: The Struggles

Pointing in directions

"I guess this is what I wanted."
(First line for award acceptance speech.)

Cause We're Idiots

Our Lady of the Alluring Headband

That's shallow end stuff.

What goes on back there?

Back when meaning meant something

That was beers ago. 

I don't know tenses. 

She never comes over. 

Bill:

Upskirt Junction

Ponytail Express

Good Seats 

No Chance 

How seriously are we supposed to take this?

Seriously, how seriously?

Knowledge is Powerlessness

The deathless appeal of the monastery--

Probably better as an idea. 

The old-time script doctor--

Door to door, fixing stories. 

Keyneck, New Jersey

Late-summer poolishness. 

Beyond my school walls. 

Like the Moscow subway

A dollar's worth of happiness. 

Pity she's not a whore.

(I'd like to eat in her sukkah.)

(Now I'm wishing I'd lugged that spinach kugel back...)

Finish this sentence

Miracle skirt.

Sweeping the walk

In front of the shop.

Stop reading labels. 

With a line like that...

Girl with tripod

Woman with short hair, kid and cordless drill. 

They're literally laying pipe in the middle of Lorimer St. 

He's arguably our generation's greatest arguer. 

"Do-gooder" as a pejorative. 

(I wear a beard, baseball cap and sunglasses to disguise myself as a celebrity in disguise.)

You are so beautiful and sweaty

(I'll leave that to our nation's screenwriters.)

I think he knows

Small market stuff

Band: Those Guys Are The Real Heroes

The old office supply stores of Midtown.

The cemetery by the highway. 

The creepy "Donate your car" ads.

Sensationalist program: When Analogies Collapse

The Threw Aways

Specialist in disaster branding.

How the price of copies has held pretty steady.

Look at him--the headphones, the blond tousle, the backpack, the designer plaid (mostly the tousle)...

(I'd like to Harmon his Killebrew.)

A revival of Broken Hope?

You keep up with Loland, yes?

...a song about them half-sleeves, and how they're so well worn. 

Sandwich capabilities

DJ Head Hurtz

I'd like to Jenna her von Oÿ.

Wasn't my idea.

Plus, she was reading The Last Tycoon.

Band: Beautiful Sos

The way of all cash-

I'm back on Pop Rocks

Chicks like that have an obligation to cause accidents.

Motto: From many, what?

How you can smell even the length of mown grass...


Signed,
Mary from Baraboo