The Bloody Doors Off
What the fuck am I even doing here?
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This song slaps my soul so fucking hard right now. Howard says ‘hi’, by the way.
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When I was a kid, I got horrible migraines. Debilitating, lock myself in a darkened room with a cold cloth on my forehead and eyes, completely soundless. I would scream in pain. Aspirin couldn’t touch it. Sometimes the only relief was throwing up. I have a memory of medical testing with needles stuck in my…
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Well you know my name is SimonAnd the things I draw come trueOh the pictures take me, take me overClimb the ladder with you It’s 3am. I should be sleeping. But I want to play a game. Let’s play. Simon Says. Ready? Here we go. Simon says… Stand without using your cane for balance. Whoops!…
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Do you know the Muffin manThe Muffin man, the Muffin manOh, do you know the Muffin manWho lives on Drury Lane? Oh yes, we know the Muffin manThe Muffin man, the Muffin manOh yes, we know the Muffin manWho lives on Drury Lane Oh, we all know the Muffin manThe Muffin Man, the Muffin manOh,…
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Tonight, as I took our dog for a walk, the strangest thing happened. As we were exiting our domicile, another resident entered. He said. “Hello”. I (think I) masked my surprise and gave a meaningful reply. Oh, this is not over. Maisie and I walk west on our street. Not much to see, there are…
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I’ve been an Albert Brooks fan for decades. I started young. His appearance on Carson where he demonstrated, with pepper and a lemon how to impersonate Curley Howard from The Three Stooges. And he found boring on a telephone phone call could be erected with such bon mots as “Just because she’s early, doesn’t mean…
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Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulationHandful of senators don’t pass legislationAnd marches alone can’t bring integrationWhen human respect is disintegratin’This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’And you tell meOver and over and over again, my friendHow you don’t believeWe’re on…
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Fake news. I did. Back in high school, during a drama club rehearsal. You know high school auditoriums (or at least the ones built pre-1960s). Very large stage, orchestra pit below in front, then auditorium seating (wooden chairs). We were rehearsing what we called a backstage production. Instead of facing out to a large empty…
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My mum died a week before I turned 50. I got the call early on October 6, that she’d had a heart attack while at the laundromat. She was sitting in a chair, and just slumped over. I convinced my brother Kevin to pick me up so I could accompany him to the hospital in…
The Bloody Doors Off 