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June 13, 2026
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables true madness
long ago on a fall night in new england I rode a rabbit to a cow tipping and cackled cooed crowed and called to the fool full moon
I don't usually mention this to my friends because I don't want them to know how I abused rabbits and cows back when I was young
they probably already know, the straightjacket isn't buried that deeply and they've helped me move before.
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