Category: Yo Ivanhoe
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Twenty Questions
What is the one invention you couldn’t possibly live without? Do you subscribe to the theory that if the shoehorn were to become obsolete we would see the end of the true-fitting slip-on? When was the last time you listened to Nirvana’s “Nevermind”? In your dreams are you most commonly flying, swimming, or naked on…
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Another Possible Tattoo: 'Born Lippy'
All last night there was never any doubt that this day was going to drag me into the harsh light and try to kick some words out of me, but I once again tried to convince myself that I was somehow made of sterner stuff than the average fellow. I wasn’t about to cough up…
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They Shoot Tornadoes, Don't They?
In Cuba, when they have tornadoes, they kill them. When they see one coming, they start shooting it with their rifles and shotguns, and the explosions make the tornadoes disappear. When I tell people in America that they shoot tornadoes in Cuba, they don’t believe me. But I believe because I’ve seen it happen; I’ve…
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Kindertotenlieder
The knowledge of evil is an inadequate knowledge. —Spinoza, Ethics But the most important thing is that one can no longer be sure nowadays who is and who is not in a state of temporary insanity. —Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov The Shatterer has come up against you. Man the ramparts; Watch the road. —The Book…
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From The Request Line: Hayjo Revisted
Bloom of fireworks above a black field, the idle of insects throbbing from the damp ditches. Distant petroleum carnival of light, dark steeples, and a watertower announcing the presence of a town. Is that the rattle of a snare drum from somewhere out in the fields? Tell me again what lives in that place beyond…
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Happy As A Flapper To No Longer Call That Miserable Planet Home
I’m not talking about that old world, mister. I’m trying to forget I ever lived there. All those bastards had ants in their pants, and you’d think it wouldn’t be possible to cram that many drunken jackasses in a Volvo, but you’d be sadly mistaken. I saw it all with my own eyes. Oh, Lord,…