Just Hanging with the Surface Dwellers

I once read somewhere that when you’re depressed, you write better. This kinda makes sense to me. When you’re depressed you find shadows, irony, pain – everywhere. Your inner voice shouts at you over small things no one else notices. Writing helps quiet it down. There have been times when I’ve literally sat at the [...]

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Long Post, Big D.

I had this post in mind. I was going to write about the contents of my refrigerator and how I’m always art-directing –like moving the melon to the front, cream cheese to the back, stacking yogurts with the labels all facing out. It’s a sickness, I know, but it gives me such satisfaction.
But [...]

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