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  1. All that is beautiful, from which I choose even artifice, which I hold above nature, won’t salve these stuttered accoutrements

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    Blooger isn't fixed but it is a tiny bit less broken.

  2. I See: It’s Not You Who Is Not Requiting Me, It’s Something In You Over Which You Have No Say Says No to Me

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    Blooger IS fucked-up, this from reddit last evening: And others have confirmed via email, thank you.

  3. People Try To Put Me Down Just Because Fine Ham Abounds

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    The blogrolls are dead or at least comatose.

  4. Soon I'll Be Left With Nothing But Stars, Some of Them Fake, Space Filling With Satellites While the Blazing Bodies Drift Farther Away and the Moon Trails Hopelessly After Them, Crying For Love

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    Currently on chrome and firefox on both windows on my work PC and chrome on my personal chromebook this blog's blogrolls and feeds are broken and disordered and in a strange font and clicking on a site brings up nothing but code so (fuck me) all the links…

  5. At First I Thought I Wouldn't Say Anything About It But Then I Thought Keeping Quiet About It Might Appear Even Ruder

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    I am pleased to reaffirm I'm not the drooling fanboy I hope I never will be so I'm disappointed but not surprised I'm underwhelmed by the new Lambchop, as good as it is it hasn't saved me, I wanted it to, you can vouch, my fault for wanting another Bible

  6. The Sedate One Is This Month's Skittish One

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    Not reactivating My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game beyond elevating Lampchop, who may already have a permanent seat, who remembers?

  7. Who Am I To Try To Cheer Up the Self-Indulgent Universe

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    My compulsive response to the deadest Blog Days of Summer ever, exponentially deader than the deadest ever before (I'd like to take credit for here's decline but it's deader and getting deader everywhere), is of course to post an exceptionally self-indulg…

  8. The Color of Stepped on Gum Is the Color of Our Times

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    I contemplated not honoring all four birthdays of the Great Run of BLCKDGRD Holy Days that I have every year (minus a forgetful oops or two) for more than two decades here and the prior iterations of this current shitty blog and then decided to for more t…

  9. When charmed by the beauty of that viper, did it never occur to you to change personalities with him? to feel what it was to be a snake? to glide unsuspected in grass? to sting, to kill at a touch; your whole beautiful body one iridescent scabbard of death?, or: Born 207 Years Ago

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    Born 207 years ago today.

  10. The Light Began To Bleed Began To Breathe Began To Speak, or: 68 Today

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    Side 2, "The Ninth Wave", of *Hounds of Love,* my most listened-to side of music when albums had sides ever, gives me chills to this day, I tested.

  11. It was always my intention, and my conceit, to use up, in the town's construction, every toy I possessed: my electronic train, of course, the Lincoln Logs, old kindergarten blocks—their deeply incised letters always a problem—the Erector set, every lead soldier that would stand (broken ones were sent to the hospital), my impressive array of cars, motorcycles, tanks, and trucks—some with trailers, some transporting gas, some tows, some dumps—and my squadrons of planes, my fleet of ships, my big and little guns, an undersized group of parachute people (looking as if one should always imagine them high in the sky, hanging from threads), my silversided submarines, along with assorted RR signs, poles bearing flags, prefab houses with faces pasted in their windows, small boxes of a dozen variously useful kinds, strips of blue cloth for streams and rivers, and glass jars for town water towers, or, in a pinch, jails, or: Born 102 Years Ago Today

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    William Gass born 102 years ago today This is the traditional William Gass birthday post: from The Tunnel: The other large carton unpacked in the same way - box into box - but the feeling it gave me was the opposite of that suggested by the endless nest of

  12. It Remains for Us to Come to Terms With Our Commonality and In So Doing Deprive Time of Further Hostages

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    HOTEL LAUTREAMONT John Ashbery 1.

  13. And Yet, Knowing That It Would Always Ever Afterwards Be This Way Caused the Eyes to Faint, the Ears to Ignore Warnings

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    The big run of late-July major BLCKDGRD Holy Days starts tomorrow so here today (a hint of one of the birthdays below the Mojave 3 song), earlier in the week than the recent weekly screams have been of late.

  14. Like a Streetlamp in a Forest When I'm Lost

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    I am 9/10ths of the way through Henry James' *The Ambassadors* and will finish it tomorrow if I don't today so the burden of honoring a promise to living and dead former English professors and current and past friends will be honored, and get this, I will…

  15. hear the click of the cartridge as it slides into its chamber

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    Explosive diarrhea is not the name of my next band.

  16. Ana Ng and I Are Getting Old and We Still Haven't Walked in the Glow of Each Other's Majestic Presence

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    This year's edition of the traditional post, odometer honest: Sixty-six today, this guy.

  17. Thirty-Eight

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  18. The Cyclone Fence of Buts Surrounds the Soccer Field of What If

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    Deadest Blog Days of Summer, the days surrounding July 4th, so I am compelled to post (and to post ahead of this coming Thursday when I post one of two posts a year not tagged My Complicity) to see if this can be the least read post of the calendar year (…

  19. And the Thing Is, It Stays Still Before Speaking Of

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    I was sixteen, two months from seventeen, for the Bicentennial.

  20. wings bring the disk of their sun for around your neck

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    The shittiest people in the world hate Zohran Mamdani and their second Mamdani meltdown will make the first seem only a hissy fit, Jeff types as he sits in the rental at the northern tip of Michigan's Leelanau Peninsula, steady hard rain erasing my plans…

  21. Although they know about it and it literally doesn't exist, no, stay up and go to sleep, unless it falls on the right side of the brain positioned for so many forgeries, moon nugget...

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    Now I'm told that Fred and Ethel nee Lucy and Babalu have bonded with the foster mom and respond to Spider (Fred and Babalu) and Nugget (Lucy and Ethel) and that Nugget is actually a boy Spider and Nugget it is until it's not.

  22. I got a call from the White House, from the President himself, asking me if I’d do him a personal favor. I like the President, so I said, “Sure, Mr. President, anything you like.” He said, “Just act like nothing’s going on. Act normal. That would mean the world to me. Can you do that, Leon?” “Why, sure, Mr. President, you’ve got it. Normal, that’s how I’m going to act. I won’t let on, even if I’m tortured,” I said, immediately regretting that “tortured” bit

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    BIG NEWS!

  23. Watching the Colonoscopy Video Projected at My Feet Tunneling Squeamishly Through the Pale Yellow Ripples of Intestine

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    Go to the 32:45 mark (autocorrect capitalized that Mark, gospel truth) to watch this shitty blog's Official Bleggalgazing Anthem, May 31st this shitty blog's Bleggalgazing Day for reasons I forget and reasons I remember but don't type this time, two days…

  24. In All My Years As a Pedestrian Serving Juice To Guests, It Never Occurred To Me Thoughtfully To Imagine How a Radish Feels. She Merely Arrived

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    Barring the unexpected, two new folk moving into our house end of August (they are only five weeks old now), both children of ferals in York, Pennsylvania, rescued by a friend of L's, a crazier cat-person than even us (though we have more garden statuary),

  25. Of right Of wrong Of up Of down Of who Of how Of when Of one Of then Of if Of in Of out Of feel Of friend Of it Of now, or: Born 100 Years Ago Today

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    SELF-PORTRAIT Robert Creeley He wants to be a brutal old man, an aggressive old man, as dull, as brutal as the emptiness around him.

  26. using the Black Sea as a mirror when everyone knows the Black Sea is a terrible mirror, like God is a terrible simile for me but like God with his mirror, I use it

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    Whether deliberately orchestrated or by deliberate negligence blooger, the program and product, is sinking into suck at the same accelerating pace as every effing thing else.

  27. There Is Every Reason to Rejoice With Those Self-styled Prophets of Commercial Disaster, Those Harbingers of Gloom Over the Imminent Lateness of the Denouement That, Advancing Slowly, Never Arrives

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    My daughter and I saw solo Destroyer past Friday night at The Blind Pig in downtown Ann Arbor (I dig Ann Arbor).