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Cognate: 2005.07
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A common ancestral root. July 27, 2005. I broke your code. Though I hear you calling, I will not answer. Why do you say that? I broke your code. Ah But what makes you so sure? Communing with the dead is a tiresome affair. Say, you're in an awfully non sequitur state this evening. Sole has no eyes. Now you're mocking me. You know very well that sole does have eyes, they're just not in the normal places. Anyway, I was just checking in to see how. Back in the old folkie days. I did it my way. July 25, 2005.
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Cognate: 2004.09
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A common ancestral root. September 16, 2004. As a matter of fact, the wheels HAVE stopped. So I's modulating from a D to an A. When I saw your eyebrows bendin' my way. I was ready to go but I guess I'll stay;. Since, you know, I write, I get the final say. Nothing's ever my fault, 'less it makes for good fiction,. While I'n always put you under interdiction. So take some advice, babe, and save us some friction:. Don't whine, don't fuss, don't correct my diction. Yeah. Posted by Inverarity at 9:52 PM.
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Cognate: Winter Writer
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A common ancestral root. November 13, 2007. I tried to be a winter writer but the ink just froze in my pen. I tried to be a winter lover but the blood just froze in my veins. I talk to you but all you can do is complain. I tried to carve my words in the winter scenes. I tried to kiss the world but my lips got stuck to a tree. I try to win you but you lose me all the same. So walk out to the woodpile. Lift the axe on high. Chop that wood to splinters. Spit and walk back in. I tried to be a winter writer.
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Cognate: Dead, Morose
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A common ancestral root. December 03, 2007. It isn't like me, is it? To be so dead morose. Christmastime is coming and I feel. Grayer than the clouds and. Poorer than the naked trees. I know. I should be laughing, or watching. Ice forming in broken sheets over. But I feel dead morose. Little Soviet. Comrade Claus come down the chimney. With a bag of dry bread and powdered. Milk for the children's collective good. I put paid to that idea, to Father Frost. Biting our noses and stealing our sleep. I am a bug.
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Cognate: Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk
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A common ancestral root. December 11, 2007. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk. It's a one-way ticket and we don't make the same stop twice. If you're going to get off the train don't expect to get back on. There are plenty of people here you can meet and greet,. Cheat and beat, converse with and curse. Lots of things to do. And see, just ask me. I've seen it all. I've been on this train. For years and years. And nobody sticks around for long enough,. In short, I'm tired. And I want to get off. I've been with ...
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Cognate: Farewell to a Friend
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A common ancestral root. December 18, 2007. Farewell to a Friend. You make yourself a new name and you get a nice job. Doing what you love in a town far away from home. It's a good life, even if you don't appreciate it. It's hard to appreciate what you have,. When all you feel is what you're missing. Ha, you whiner.). And yet you end up with a knife in your heart. A serrated blade found its way in there. Why. Did she pull it out? Philosophy and politics aren't the way for you,. What are friends for?
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Cognate: 2004.08
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A common ancestral root. August 11, 2004. That's the cover of the new Talking Heads best-of that comes out next Tuesday. Posted by Inverarity at 2:57 PM. My grandfather, the whatsit. Reasonable, but wrong. It turns out she had a cookbook (in Cyrillic) of "Adigay" recipes. Obviously someone besides the Germans used the name. Well, finally I tried a - duh! Direct transliteration of the Cyrillic, and succeeded:. Is an interesting Ady ghe. Music site, with a couple links. Are wearing, eh, Diane? To military ...
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Cognate: Portrait
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A common ancestral root. December 05, 2007. So call me a bon vivant. Sure I enjoy fine things. And base things in equal measure. Sure I stick. It in my lung and in my vein. Sure I spend a lot. Of nights forgetting nights previous. But what's. So wrong about that? I mean, who am I hurting? I have the right, God-given and He won't take it. Back from me very easily, no sir, to take what I. Can from a world that dearly wants to hurt me. And I've done nothing to the world, except perhaps. I am a bug.
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Cognate: 2005.08
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A common ancestral root. August 17, 2005. I wrote you a letter, dropped it in the box. The weeks piled up and so did the letters,. Dead leaves in a ditch. I expected you'd come to collect the intelligence. It was inevitable you'd come. But. Then the box was full. Come collect these notes I've made you. Empty the box. Don't leave. These leaves to rot. Posted by Inverarity at 2:51 PM. August 16, 2005. A very interesting, very intelligent blog on politics and culture: Done With Mirrors. What do they share?
