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What’s the best thing about summer?

Most people would answer differently than I would. Don’t get me wrong, I like sunshine and warmth; I love being able to drive with my windows down; I LOVE getting my hopes up about camping and then not going because I have no one to go with; I love BBQs and being able to wear neon without attracting strange looks; I love bargaining with my father––if he picks up the dog poo and mows the lawn, I’ll buy him some ice-cream.

No, my favorite thing is being able to read. I know what you’re thinking. You can read any day of the year! No, not exactly. During the summer, I can kick my textbooks under my bed (I really did that. Damn you, Adelante Dos) and pick up…

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the eff stop


I’m easily distracted by any photo op.

After riding the rails to Denver, Karen and I caught a cab to the Car Rental lot in Denver near the airport. As she inspected the car I caught a glimpse of a bunny face-off in the small patch of grass separating the lot exit from the street. I dropped my luggage and grabbed my camera – I no longer cared about what kind of car we would rent, or mileage, or color, or insurance, or anything else. My whole world revolved around capturing the images of those bunnies. The scuffle was short and I missed a chance to get the loser flipping backwards – but the victor hung out with me for a few shots.




Karen apparently turned around to ask me a question and discovered I was no where near the car – I heard her mutter something like “Where’d she…

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Glenn Pendlay

Why? Well it started in Guatemala last week. I was eating in the weightlifting chow hall with Donny Shankle and thinking about the food. The meal that day included a sort of salad. Tasted like it had some kale in it, had some green beans, some corn, lettuce, and bits of bacon. There were diced up potatoes, cooked with onions. Diced up carrots that most people seemed to be mixing up with the potatoes and onions. And chicken. Not fried chicken, just chicken. It was representative of most of the meals, mostly vegetables and meat, some potatoes or rice. Nothing fancy. I remarked to Donny that it would be hard to overeat and get fat on such food. Not that it wasn’t good, it was tasty enough, but it was nothing you would want to go on eating once your hunger had been satisfied. And it wasn’t calorie dense, mostly…

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No opinion about that.

The beast that keeps you up at night, he pulls hard on your eyelids.
He taunts you, he pokes at you, he promises more excitement.

Our thoughts are wicked, in the dead of night, that’s why there should always be a woman insight.

Be loving, be tender. Be with your woman, let the evil stay under.

But what am I supposed to know about that?
I absolutely have no opinion about that.

Elsewhere, there’s a woman who claims to love her man, but she also claims to love another.
One of the two men congratulates the other, the other wishes he could be there for his lover.
She’s the one who should be loved, she’s as sweet as the heavens above.
Instead she speaks to these two men. One is selfish, the other one is no fun.

I have no opinion about that.

Others sing songs of havenlessness

I have no opinion about that.

One breaks down, over the loss of a loved one. I saw him angry and weeping.
He was like never before,  he looked like he could hurt anyone, but He also looked like he hurt his soul.

Still I have no opinion on that.


cant ramble

As two people walk in, the first things we see,

tattos, dreadlocks, knives and panties,

some have nice hair and sweet personalities,

others are boorish, a shame to humanity!


There are people of power, and of pettiness.

there are people like you and me.

there are people who come for desire,

to myself, that is insanity.


The good ones are good?

How am i supposed to know?

I seem to like every one,

including those assholes, and the hoes.


My language gets dirty,

as my blood begins to boil.

brother walks up to me,

looks down and asks “why?”


we sit down, and watch tv, all through the night.

everyone is hungry, but no food in sight.

our bellies grumble, but the fridge is full.

Drinks seem to be abuntant in this smoky room.


Now, if you ask why I ramble so much,

i’ll respond with a question, that you cant touch.

if i live, and I am free,

why should I not, ramble peacefully?






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The no collar.

The work is hard, the work is noble.
The real work is left to me and you.
Working for hundreds, getting paid in twos.
That is the reality left for me and you.

Like the hundred others, who work day and night,
My body aches and my mind is sore.
In amidst of all this, you are in your office,
You feast on our profit, do you have a conscience anymore?

Its not just the wealth, that you walk away with,
This part of me is neither envy nor greed.
You have been walking the time I wanted to spend with my kids.
You have snatched, not what I wanted, but rather what we need.

Life can be short, life can be cruel.
Life can change over night. Life can go either way.
The comforting bit, for which I must thank you,
You have taken away everything I could lose.

The work is hard, the work is noble.
The real work is left to me and you.
Keep working, no matter how blue,
That is the reality left for me and you.

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