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Once, my baby daughter laughed at apples on a tree. A guy just glided by on a motorcycle, and it made me laugh too. Normal things are weird.
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August 26, 2014, but, also, other times behind it, each time held intact in the past, sealed in unalterable by everything that came next.
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Every building painted in brightness, The light like a color. The light like air.
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My latest Twitter project: a literary experiment in describing the same view over and over. @Office__Window. (A @New_Mexico_News spin-off.)
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Some recent comedic/sad writing from @MikeSmithofABQ. baltimorereview.org/index.ph…
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R.I.P. @ABrokenGPS.
Turn your son into a stoic but desperately insecure man through a lifetime of withheld affection. On your deathbed, say you're proud of him.
Before I give you these directions, I just wanted to say, I hope you know how much I respect you. This friendship: it means something to me.
Turn shifty and defensive when confonted about where you were last night. You were just at Tim's house, okay?! Call him, he'll tell you!
Turn left on a nasty-looking oil stain on the road. Ew, it's all over your tires now. Gross. But no one's making you touch them.
Continue north. But look! Now you're heading south! How did I do it?! MAGIC. And now, for the grand finale: a semi-truck, OUT OF THIN AIR.
Turn left on Dfgbff Blvd. No, really. No, it is a real road! No, seriously: that's where the hospital is. Turn soon, before you're bled out.
Continue east for zero miles. In 1/4 mile less than a 1/4 mile, don't turn right. Look, I'm sorry: your car is not running. It doesn't work.
In fourscore miles, turn ye in a gentle gradation betwixt twain olde mountains, heaps of stone much like the leviathans of the ancient seas.
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I've neglected my Twitter feeds this week, but only because I have been working so intently on my memoir. My mind's in long-form mode.
"Friends / leapin' high / and high fi-vin' / Friends havin' lots of fun! / Friends!" Instead of directions, here's a song about friends.


