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Consequences of gay marriage detailed in a convenient pie graph.
via GraphJam
“Every time Obama opens his mouth, his subjects and verbs are in agreement,” says Mr. Logsdon. “If he keeps it up, he is running the risk of sounding like an elitist.”
Remember when you were a kid and you’d throw down in a staring contest? Remember how a little crowd would form and you knew that if you lost you’d be the laughing stock of the class?
Well, Typepad just blinked.
i spilled my coffee on a map
sitting on my table
the coffee meshed with the roads
and the railroads
and the highways
the lakes and the rivers
and the signs that designated
everything from everything else
enormous corporations, too small to fit on the map
small households with families filled with love
alleyways filled with and made of
garbage we put there
the pandora’s boxes
the empty closets
and the ones that are still full
everything
the coffee spread over all of this
and it all meshed into one big
brown
desert of caffeine
- written by me over a decade ago on Sunday, February 15, 1998
It was published in something fairly interesting a year or two later, but I can’t remember what. I thought it would be fun to publish it myself again now.
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I Spilled by David Chartier is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
