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Monthly Archives: August 2017
Trout Fisting In America #30 – Butts
My kid likes to ask questions. And lately he’s become fascinated by cigarettes & litter and the reasons for their existence. I brush off the questions as best I can, not wanting to get drawn into the real reasons—reasons that … Continue reading
Trout Fisting In America #29 – Freewrite Aug 2017
And the poisoned lips of the servants spoke of fighter planes & white supremacy, their lisps dripped w/proclivities learned from bootlegged videos of french new wave films (just the nude scenes) and so they communicated through sighs & ennui, gravity-defying … Continue reading
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Tagged an Arby’s kind of brown both the restaurant decor & the meat., chasm between vehicles both automatic & shuttered. The cars move in ellipses through the parking lot like sharks angling for a prayer of a space. Sandals and socks may be the saddest accessorizati, The dilapidated dismay of cobblestone pyramids propping up the awning
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Trout Fisting In America #28 – Houston
I mean, how do you not politicize a tragedy when shitty politics are what made the tragedy possible? This is a political disaster because everything about this disaster was preventable. This is what happens when the atmosphere warms up. This … Continue reading
Trout Fisting In America #27 – Escape
Every night I go to sleep frantically pivoting between two apps on my e-reader, Realtor & Maps. Where could we go? Where could we live? My criteria are simple. The next town has to be cheap, and it has to … Continue reading
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Tagged Antigonish, Arizona, Bisbee, blood, Brattleboro, cocaine, Escape, fratboy piss, KBRP, Nova Scotia, Vermont
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Trout Fisting In America #26 – Ulcer
It looks like a spanish verb, doesn’t it? Ulgo, Ulces, Ulce, Ulcemeos, Ulceron. Never really learned 2nd person plural, the vosotros form—growing up 15mi from Mexico I guess nobody thought we needed to learn it. I still wonder how this … Continue reading
Trout Fisting In America #25 – Charlottesvile
This shit has always existed in America. And it’s existed as the lifeblood of the Republican party since 1964. Man, the ugly shit politicians will align themselves with just so they can get the chance to cut taxes for the goddamn wealthy. … Continue reading
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Tagged Bush, Charlottesville, Donald Trump, KKK, reagan, southern strategy, state's rights, Trout Fisting In America, white supremacists
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Trout Fisting In America #24 – Exclamation Points!
We got a postcard in the mail last week! It was a sympathy card from the vet who put down our sister’s dog! It said ‘Deepest sympathies for the loss of your dog Waffles!’ And I get that exclamation … Continue reading
Trout Fisting In America #23 – Something WIld
My favorite movie ever made is Something Wild. Ten years ago I probably would’ve said Harold & Maude. Ten years before that I might’ve said Grosse Point Blank. And ten years before that I would’ve probably said Breaking Away (great … Continue reading
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Tagged america, Ari Fleischer, Jonathan Demme, Midnight Oil, panopticon, REM, Something Wild, Suzanne Vega, Tracy Chapman, Trout Fisting In America, U2
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