When I jump into bedwith Denise
it's like a drop of spit
dancing
on a red hot pot-belly stove;
Gone!
evaporated in a second
but oh
what a second!
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- eroding monuments
- Painting with out-of-focus camera
- They were here, once.......
- They speak......
- Two sermons re: birds, etc.
- A leftie, alright!
- HE AIN'T HEAVY...............
- He's back!
- Sewer Raccoons get a hosing and a vacuuming
- Lawrence Tamarack
- RACCOONLAND UNTER DAS ALL
- for Dorothy:
- Bald was beautiful in 1987, and still is, and ever...
- new yorker cartoon
- THE MAGICAL REVEREND, NANO BOYE NAGLE
- everywhere, spiders, our friends
- ICY FEET DEFROSTER + (plus)
- LIGHT, let there be * 2 pixels*
- MAN MAKES WIG FROM OWN BEARD
- Dreaded bathroom upstairs
- OUT OF THE PAGES OF HISTORY, COME.....
- WHEREFORE ART THOU, MAGIC TWANGER?
- MOTHERS DAY: Pearl of Great Price
- Time to throw in the towel
- Bush tap-dancing on White House porch
- YIBAWEAN CODE
- What I see.......
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- ORANGE RUBBER CLOGS
- Raccoon king pays another visit......
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