there's a starch to those potatoes that makes them stand up because they can't sit through that hot water and not be bothered by the treatment that we meant to tuck underfoot but the look is unrepenting and the crimes are unrelenting whether against ourselves or future somethings -- while the numbing's wearing on and deliveries say they won't be long, let me keep my own council and an ounce full of otherwise will cure what doesn't ail me while the medicines we sink to swim in falter and then fail me
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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