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Travelling Quietly, Writing: September 2009
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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. He lay down his head, pulling off the old neckerchief from his head and putting it over his eyes. Squirming into a comfortable position, he clasped his hands behind his head, crossed his ankles and sighed with relief. Within minutes, he lay there, sleeping contentedly and snoring softly for all to hear. When the hobo woke a few hours later, he found he rested well and, even more surprisingly, at his feet lay such gifts as to take him aback un...
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Travelling Quietly, Writing: March 2009
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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. The bell hanging from the doorway to the shop in East Mickmack rang while the hinges lent their accompanying squeak. Seamus, looking up from his bent over position, noticed the haberdasher as he came in, walked to the counter and sighed with his whole body. Old man Johnson, he thought. The boy was 13 at the time. Afternoon, Mr. Johnson.". Aye Afternoon. You got any old leathers lying 'round the store I can take home? For the pup, you see.".
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Travelling Quietly, Writing: May 2010
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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. This goddamn chair is goddamn uncomfortable.". What did I tell you about taking the Lord's name in vain, Clinton? He hits himself. You think he'd go 'Medamnit! The older man chuckles and eyes his son. You're trying too hard, Pop.". I suppose not. Hey, can I ask you something,? What makes these divets here, in the wood? Clinton hands the branch to Howard, who turns it over in his hand, feeling the grooves left behind. Thanks," he says. OK OK H...
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Sheer Audacity: Creepiness with a bit of Self-Reflection.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008. Creepiness with a bit of Self-Reflection. Go ahead try it. It's not so funny anymore is it. No not funny at all. Why is it not funny Tom? Well Jerry, they aren't fighting back anymore. The game is up. A bet isn't a bet if nothing is at stake. That's a rough rendition of dialogue between two completely screwed up individuals. Unfortunately, it's rather sad that people do what they do with little to no remorse. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:.
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Travelling Quietly, Writing: The Exchange
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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. The pain in his gut was so intense it made his head buzz. He lay on the cold concrete, his warm blood seeping beneath him and staining the ground, his clothes, his backside. And my mom said to always wear clean underwear," he thought. "Good use that's doing." He smiled to himself, thinking of his mother: her warm cocoa eyes, her smile to him when he was a child, the way her hands made soup for him when he was sick. View my complete profile.
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Travelling Quietly, Writing: June 2010
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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. Making for the Shore. He wiped his brow and took slow breaths, opening his eyes to see what lay before him. The distant shore was no longer distant, but a mammoth of mesas and shoreline stretched out before him. The boy cried, silently, to himself. He continued on, kicking and paddling again, head down. He had done it. He swam to Sanctuary. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Making for the Shore.
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Nathan J. Emmans at The GRAMMYs | The Art of Whimsy
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The Art of Whimsy. Help me play… the GRAMMYs! Nathan J. Emmans at The GRAMMYs. Vote for me to play at a GRAMMYs event in LA. It’s easy to do and only takes a second. Follow this link. To vote. You’ll see a video of me and instructions on how to vote. Thanks a load all y’all! January 9, 2013. Middot; 6:43 pm. Help me play… the GRAMMYs! One response to “. Nathan J. Emmans at The GRAMMYs. The Art of Whimsy. January 9, 2013 at 6:44 pm. Btw, voting starts at midnight! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Recipe for go...
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Calendar | The Art of Whimsy
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The Art of Whimsy. To check out where and when I’m folk-rocking. 2 responses to “. Pingback: Leaving on Tour « The Art of Whimsy. May 2, 2009 at 1:48 pm. Hey Nate, you going to be in CA at all? Want to come play V-town again? How the heck have you been anyway? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Ross Jacks...
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The Hobo Nickel Series | The Art of Whimsy
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The Art of Whimsy. Live at King’s Pub. Keep it Real →. The Hobo Nickel Series. June 15, 2012. Middot; 5:20 pm. Live at King’s Pub. Keep it Real →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Middot;...
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