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The Lovelorn Blues
Everyone must feel a little lovelorn sometimes. And there’s some comfort in knowing you’re not alone in your misery. Hence, the blues. I’m lovelorn babyI’ve got the lovelorn bluesI’m lovelorn babyAnd so are you Tell me again how everything that’s put together falls apartTell me again how you can go on living with a broken… Read more
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The Parable of the Matador and the Juggler
There once was a man who learned how to juggle. He found joy in the act of bringing flight to inanimate objects and comfort in the fact that he was performing an activity with no practical application. It brought peace to his wandering mind and pleasure to stray audiences. The juggler’s father was a hard-working… Read more
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The Three Types of Drunks
This is a public service announcement, with cocktails Know your drunks. All three of ’em Know your drunks. These are your drunks. There are three types of drunks. The first, the primary, are the mean drunks. The fighting Irish. The type who spend their solitary, sober, stressed-out, teeth-rattling lives pushing down their bile and storing… Read more
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Blackbird
In 1968, Paul McCartney (“Sir” to his friends) used this unique and lyrical acoustic guitar progression as an ornate frame for his lyrics. About the lyrics: “I was in Scotland playing on my guitar, and I remembered this whole idea of ‘you were only waiting for this moment to arise’ was about, you know, the… Read more
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The Magician – Flash Fiction Friday – FHONY #4
The magician came to a stop at the southwest corner of 42nd and 5th. His cape continued to swirl while he waited for it to settle into deathly stillness around his shoulders. The wind, howling up the avenue, spoiling for a fight, pushed its way through the bags and coats of the great mass of… Read more
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