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  • Cockroach Coffee

    The huffing and puffing over the Brooklyn Bridge bike path finally snuffs out all the negative thoughts in my head. I think there are cockroaches living in the coffee maker. I think I drank cockroach coffee this morning. The cockroaches migrated over from the next-door apartment after it was obliterated by a fire. They packed…

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  • 18t by 46t part 3

    My unexamined life sounds like the title of that diatribe I will write concerning how I don’t observe the things staring back at me because I am always leaned over, gawking down at a screen and disconnected from what is around me. I am the ape man.  “I’m an apeman, I’m an ape, apeman, oh…

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  • 18t by 46t part 2

    I am making a list about the Brooklyn Bridge on my trip over it this morning while riding Mr. Wabi Classic. I am in regular disbelief about this new bicycle path. When you look at the slight turn-off, it feels like an afterthought or hastily put together workaround, like mysterious forces coalesced and carved out…

    markw700