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Jordan River Blues

I’ve got the Jordan River blues they’ve got me on the news, I’m drowning. Rivers of blood flowing carloads of tourists going wine-tasting and manger praying eating stolen olives we’re black sheep grazing too far out while I’m walking on … Continue reading

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Smashing Pumpkins: Drunken Keene State College students riot during Pumpkin Festival.

Sure, it was mostly white folks, but we all know the black guy must have started it…or it’s because the white kids are listening to hip hop, that must be it. Or maybe they’re just over privileged, drunken idiots. I … Continue reading

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Occupy America

written January 3, 2013 I moved into a tent in the heart of the city that often sleeps after midnight, the soulless shadows of the financial district reminding me why I joined the ‘movement’ in the first place… I thought. … Continue reading

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America: Occupied. I Want to go Back to Hell! (Or, An Afternoon at the Lake…)

January 3, 2013 I moved into a tent in the heart of the city that often sleeps after midnight, the soulless shadows of the financial district reminding me why I joined the ‘movement’ in the first place… I thought. Poli … Continue reading

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