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Ramble On: Autumn 2025 Edition

Playlist Link: Ramble On Autumn 2025 Edition Here we go again. And again. And again.  One of my favorite parts of The Sopranos is how often the men ask women for red peppers.  Mercurial at best. Sadistic at worst.  Teeth baring smiles.  https://www. scientificamerican.com/ article/how-did-the-smile- become-a-friendly-gesture-in- humans/ Dream eater.  For the love of god, please take creamed spinach off of menus.   A trail of baby ducks.  The foot bone's connected to the leg bone. The leg bone's connected to the knee bone. The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone… But you said you would.  Missed connections.  Starbucks should serve hash browns.   Sundays are for 8+ hour conversations with strangers, Mondays are for disappearing into the ether.  Your educational institutions, religious organizations, and/or governments may not hold you to a higher standard, but I sure as fuck will.  Flashbacks are actually the worst thing in e...
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A Short One (Archive)

One, two, three, four -- I can't take it any more. Five, six, seven, eight -- my brain won't let me just think straight. Nine, ten, let's do it again -- this is how it's always been.
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Journals (Archive)

Please don't open us up for all the world to see. She isn't yet ready for the way her heart would bleed. We contain all of her memories, those both joyous and filled with treachery. Her capricious handwriting reflects her emotions, devoted to writing about all her life's commotions. In our pages, we have secrets -- a decade long archive of personal leaflets. We are filled to the brim with paper ephemera, from tickets to wrappers and even a smudge of mascara -- most of which now seems like it's from a different era. And she's told us stories that no one else knows, to this day, we're very proud of the way she grows. She's been through a lot, but so have we, surviving moving and fires and anything that can be. So please don't open us up for all the world to see. She's not quite ready to spill the tea.
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Mad Hatter (Archive)

I don't want to be filled to this capacity -- it's a god damn travesty. Spent two years finding insanity. "Crumpet and tea?" My mind keeps going back and forth with rubber-band-like elasticity. Feels like I'm being shocked with electricity. "Crumpet and tea?" "Crumpet and tea?" It's just the Mad Hatter and me.
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