I was on this ladder. I don’t even want to tell this story.
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Reviews of My Life: Ages
Sometimes I rip the sadness out of my body and I toss it into the Meat Bucket over the kitchen sink and it stays in there hollering and denting up the walls, before it evaporates and floats out the window towards whatever hell is.
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Reviews of My Life: Pacific Northwest
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I loved Portland and its people because they seemed irritated with their city and were poised to either move away, or toss their hunk of overripe fruit in the compost garbage can found on every green, mossy, deep-puddled street corner.
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Reviews of My Life: WORK
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BY BUD SMITH
At times WORK struck me as the kind of fluff that one often encounters on the water damaged, and oft-wobbly side table of a laundromat.
REVIEWS OF MY LIFE: PARIS, FRANCE
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BY BUD SMITH
I get off the airplane in Charles De Gaulle and vomit in a bidet. D