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08 Saturday Dec 2018
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***Note*** I’ve got a lot of drafts sitting around, some in existence and unpublished since 2013. It became obvious to me that I’m in no hurry to get around to them. But, they’ve survived various draft purges over the years. If they’re that important I can just come back and elaborate later. For now, I offer them, kind of as-is, in this, a lightning publishing round. The fun will continue while supplies last. Make of these what you will. Or not. I don’t care.
Today, a sort of an esoteric ramble, maybe suitable for a poem or something.
This title phrase came to me one day for no apparent reason. However, as I reflected upon it I realized its truth and decided to pen this article.
Have you ever gone back to a place you haven’t visited in ages? Maybe it was someplace from your childhood. As you take it in again doesn’t time seem to reverse – back to the earlier memories?
Tweetsie
(Tweetsie Railroad is the only place I’ve ever been back to as an adult which is exactly the way I remembered it as a child).
The Woods
Other Places
Use your damned imagination.
08 Sunday May 2016
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This is a lovely Spring – a high compliment from a late Fall guy.
Is the NSA watching me through my Chromebook camera as I pick my nose? (Don’t really care.)
I see reverence in Clovers for some German driving laws, like NO right turns on red no matter what. Why can’t they honor the passing lane law too?
If a fat person dresses poorly and no one is around to watch TV, is it still ‘Merica?
One can tell a lot about a town by its political yard signs; mine is in ruins, yours is too.
Just as meat companies know a certain percentage of their products will be rat, fecal matter, and foreign substances, drug companies know a certain percentage of patients using their dope will succumb to heart attacks, cancers, and other maladies. They call this progress.
What this country needs is a good $5 cigar. Or a lack of inflation.
I called the Privilege Institute (real thing) and let them know I was thrilled about their upcoming White Privilege Conference (real thing also) and the thought of celebrating whiteness. They seemed put out; I am confused.
Finally, I think I am beginning to understand what Aristotle meant by “a beast or a god”.
Well, spike my hair and pop a collar: only 64 more years until the 80s are back.
The Hobbit, The Force Awakens, and Dawn of Justice were colossal disappointments. Hollywood hates my childhood. I could be jaded. Probably both.
How many tattoos before one begins to resemble a homeless, unemployed tribal shaman? Where’s the wise old owl?
Watching the Kentucky Derby confirmed my suspicions: America has become a land of sluts, queers, and portly idiots. The horses looked slow by comparison.
Today I am 70 pounds lighter than my fattest former self (27% loss, btw). 70 pounds is another small person. I wonder where he is now? I hope he doesn’t vote.
Anyone know the statute of limitations for walking a dog in public in Mississippi, sans diaper?
Evidence is mounting that the time is near to deep six Facebook.
Three months is a long time to prepare or so I would have said three months ago. Man, time flys.
And, the thoughts have ended.
PERRIN LOVETT 
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