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I have been MIA. CONGRATS baby people!!!

HoLY CRAP CLAY… the CAT APP!

I want to make one that gives it right back to your phone…(that’s WHAT she said) it will say… "She didn’t SAY shit!"

Jen Erwin, I had a dog named Willie. She was a girl. I wanted to write a book about my family called…..

I Come From a Line of Women Named Jo. Because, well, my grandmother and great grandmother both were named Jo. In fact, they almost named me Amy Jo. That would have been totally weird, but kind of cool, too. Except I would sound like I belonged in the Gingham Girls or or something. Does anyone remember them?

http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3&link=ctg_ars_home_from_ars_linktous_sitenav

Evasion. I seem to have to do little things to remind myself who I am/was/are so that I don’t spin off into some alternative version of myself and get SMASHED by grad school…. which, will, in a very few months, be over, and give me the chance to finally, this is for Jim… get some MONEY MONEY evil MONEY. Money is not bad. Not having any is not bad. Not having legs is bad. Having some seems better than none (money and legs). Anyway…

Warning… warning…. do not read this unless you are bored.

I wrote this a long time ago. It was for/inspired by my friend Zack, who I don’t see often enough.

Little Robots

Little robots litter my life-

the ones I found you declaring

into existence with names like

Hank and Izod and Rudolph.

It’s funny, then

that they could go on

to such distinguished careers

as guest host on the Orion Show

and substitute server

at the Hilton Banquet Hall.

Where did their weathervane dreams go?

Those visions of snow surely scared

and scarred their night eyes

for robots are sticky with rust

in all the wrong places

when they can’t maintain

abrupt about-faces of life

and all that entails.

My ocean, see,

rushes salt water kisses

across the night sands

and wishes to meet your

friends in silent agony

away from a model society

of toy airplanes and jaunts

into self-righteous spheres replete

with idolatry and quests for more

than is humanly possible to adore-

nothing will ever make them real.

The sincerity in your robots’ eyes

would break anyone’s heart.

I know we are beating the clock

for a while

before the tides take their toll

and robots don’t go anywhere anymore.

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