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Monthly Archives: May 2003

Slammin’

Friday, May 30, 2003

ROSEN. blaaaaaattt….

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You can’t deny it —

Thursday, May 29, 2003

Donald Rumsfeld. Sam the Eagle.

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Comics To Buy

Friday, May 23, 2003

Shill, shill, shill.

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Blood Hunger And Haiku

Friday, May 23, 2003

I just had this line I wanted to write, is all.

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Boulevards of Death

Thursday, May 22, 2003

That’s a kind of silly title, isn’t it? I mean, HIGHWAY of DEATH sounds imposing, but “boulevard?”

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Adventures in Communication: Bulleted Lists

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

Men who won’t get off the elevator, subway riders with monster balls, public officials with marbles in their mouths and doctors with REALLY BAD HANDWRITING.

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Detritus: Physical Attributes of Queens, etc.

Saturday, May 17, 2003

Baby birds, the end of the universe, the beginning of graduate school, and weak men.

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Memory-Limited, or, From the Hip

Friday, May 16, 2003

Went running today. My dad, an inveterate marathoner, used to encourage us to note whether we were leg-limited or lung-limited during a given run; it’s only recently that this kind of take on a body has to me seemed limited. In dance class, I am frequently space-limited, back-limited, or arm-limited. Running must be about something […]

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You’re From Coney Island, And Little Coney Island Is Famous For You

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Because you eat fire and shake your tits on stage. The song doesn’t mention that part. That’s my job.

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The Dancing Sausage Comeback Special

Thursday, May 15, 2003

DSWJ not dead; television’s inflated self-importance, while little Coney Island is famous for YOU; premenstrual dysphoria disorder in the arms of the pharmaceuticlappers.

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