Off to California tomorrow. I'll be back early next week.
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I AM RACOON
"I am raccoon. I die next to your house underneath kitchen window overhang beside foundation. I smell so bad I make you believe I am inside. I'm gone now. Inside three trashbags in the backyard. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee."
- a facebook poem by Neil Ragsdale
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BUZY BEEZ
Why is it that on busy weeks packed with stuff, I wish I was holed up reading and drawing? And why, when I'm relaxing and reading, do I want to run around outside and skate and bike?
