I miss the days of suburban vandalism.
When an inside joke was ill timed and garnered laughter from the old folks.
Nobody pulls the little pranks anymore.
Saving their messages for concrete walls and permanence.
I miss simplicity.
I miss the temporal.
I miss Cornfield PointAssociation.
I miss the little things.
Because the little things are all that’s left when smiles dry up
like seaweed in the sun.
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Pedantic Persiflage: My Wife and My Mistress
Prose is my wife. Sure, she may be long-winded, and perhaps it can seem like a grind just to stick with her sometimes, but when I need someone to get lost in, to fully support me, to offer me true love, the kind you have to work for even when it feels like you hate each other, she’ll always be…
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Household dust magnified 22 million times contains animal fur, insect scale, insect parts, fibers, and hair (via)
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Gravity map
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