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[eat plato]: May 2008
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On getting started: thinking of Lou Reed. I am thinking of Lou Reed just now, the Velvet Underground guy. He said," I think it's true what my wife said to me, she said 'Lou, Lou, Lou, it's the beginning of a great adventure.'" Lucky Lou, I say, to have a muse. But if his wife doesn't mind, I feel inclined to adopt that forecast for kicking jesus. If it doesn't, i'll shut it down and take up some other bad habit. As often as I can,.
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[eat plato]: on sitting: writer’s ass
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On sitting: writer’s ass. By Samuel Saint Thomas. At 10:45 this morning, I was half an hour into it, on the exam table, pants off. She felt around on the left cheek of my ass, searching for the exact spot. She was sorry about the cold hands. 8220;Ahh, Jeeezus, that’s it. Wow,” I said. 8220;You’re pretty inflamed there on your buttocks,” she said. 8220;But, I’m a writer,” I said. I explained that I’d loose my thought stream if I g...
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[eat plato]: on writing: framing out the wiggle stuff
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On writing: framing out the wiggle stuff. By Samuel Saint Thomas. I think this too. What with Raymond Carver, James Joyce, John Updike, Amy Tan, William Faulkner and all the other brilliant minds in people's laps, why should I want to go through all the work? By Samuel Saint Thomas. 16 October, 2009. Ps Im sending this one invitation out to you to be the first (I think) to visit my page asanother.blogspot.com. Frying spam memoir :.
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[eat plato]: January 2009
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On parties: things i've absolutely no use in hell for but don’t have the courage to throw in the trash just yet. By Samuel Saint Thomas. Please say it isn’t so. By Samuel Saint Thomas. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Frying spam memoir :. Check out the publishing progress of f. And other things to do before the rapture. Metro New York, NY, United States. View my complete profile. Follow on facebook :. My official links :.
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[eat plato]: July 2008
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On memory: forget this. Delete. Drinking that last beer? Rationally, the trash is already dead, what's the hurry? But, if I can remember, I'll use this the next time. "My dear, just as I was about to crawl into bed, my brain discarded the idea of taking out the trash. It just wasn't that vivid. Being that it was vivid for you. oh never mind, I'm just mentioning it.". If only Dali was right. Salvator Dali, The Persistance of Memory.
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[eat plato]: shares: a valentine poem for two types..
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. Shares: a valentine poem for two types. By samuel saint thomas. It merely is a ray said she. It looks to me hot sun said he. It simply is a ball said she. It looks to me full moon said he. It only is a yellow hue said she. It is to me carats gold said he. It feels a shard of glass said she. It cuts as if a diamond said he. It seems perfume is spilled said she. It grows a garden flower said he. It is of salt on tongue said she. In the C...
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[eat plato]: August 2008
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Humorous philosophic musings on love and other dangerous indulgences. On destiny: deviant lust and possibility. By Samuel Saint Thomas. Walking down Commercial Street in Provincetown. Yet, how is it that the browning 60 something woman in blue and beads -sucking on a Marlboro Red- got to that corner on the south side of Commercial Street? Of all the places in the world she might have ended, there she is. And what of the guy to her right, taking in the same view? Would it be Pomona UK, California, Kansas?
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Fran Caldwell at Home - Original Naive Folk Art: "For No Reason, They Began to Dance" Small Naive Folk Painting
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Fran Caldwell at Home - Original Naive Folk Art. A place for both artist and art lover alike to explore original art by various artists (including mine) - not all of it Folk. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. For No Reason, They Began to Dance" Small Naive Folk Painting. An odd shaped canvas 10.5 inches by 6.5. And I came up with this image. I don't know where they came from, but the dancers make me smile. She probably has something cooking on the stove, too. But it doesn't matter. Dancing comes first. Gourds R...
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Fran Caldwell at Home - Original Naive Folk Art: 12/1/14 - 1/1/15
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Fran Caldwell at Home - Original Naive Folk Art. A place for both artist and art lover alike to explore original art by various artists (including mine) - not all of it Folk. Thursday, December 25, 2014. Year End 2014 and a Salute to Some Favorite Artists. It's been six months since I last posted. I've painted nothing in that time - my mind has been focused on the next novel I'm publishing in 2015. But that doesn't mean I haven't been following art. The wealth of talent on Etsy. Fiber Art by Sue Forey.
