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Bugwit: Avatar Contest!
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. Okay, so I've decided to break down and use an avatar. I have decided that I must. Have a signature symbol that expresses my very essence; that defines me as a person. Something that tells everyone at a glance what I am all about. Or something funny. Whatever. The first thing that came to mind was a picture that I used in conjunction with my Nicki.
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Bugwit: Flamingoes, Flowers, Forgetfulness
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. Flamingoes, Flowers, Forgetfulness. Insomnia drives me late at night. Sailing easy through the desert, windows down. The perfume of paper flowers. And the cleansing scent of cassia. Tousles my hair and sifts through my fingers. The mountains lie face up in silhouette. The sky soaks up the moonlight. I tune in the oldies station,. BTW I like the av...
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Bugwit: Weezer - Final
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. More wine was dispensed to the guests, including me; although Bill made sure I only got half a glass. Toasts were made and food was passed and we all began to eat quietly. Breaking the silence, one of the twins asked me what college I planned to attend. 8220;Yes, I’d like to hear that as well,” Bill said. What kind of work do you want to do? 8220;...
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Bugwit: The Rest of The Story
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Friday, September 12, 2014. The Rest of The Story. All semester long, I sat next to Lindsay in biology. She was cute and fun and we passed notes and whispered constantly. She drew a picture of our bald, bespectacled professor dressed as Frankenfurter. I drew one of him dressed as a Trekkie, wearing the uniform and making the Spock salute. 8220;Who’s not studying? 8221; She sai...
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Bugwit: Afterglow
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. I lay still, breathing heavily, my heart beating strong. My arms envelope you and I feel the full length of your body against me. I'm sure I feel your warmth, but it’s my imagination, picking up vibrations in the air. You were never really there. I see my friend Mark. He has someone new, where he had no one before. She is very special, he ...Livin...
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Bugwit: Like a Dream
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. Have you ever dreamt of a place that was so perfect and so happy and so beautiful that you are certain that nothing like it can really exist? A place that resonates with you so deeply that you are sure you were meant to be there? A place that gives you a complete sense of being home. I have had the 'home' dream many times. So real in my memory.
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Bugwit: A Day in The Life of an Insurance Man
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Friday, September 12, 2014. A Day in The Life of an Insurance Man. Coffee's ready. I trim my fingernails into the waste basket while reading my e-mail. Eight Nigerian scams, three internet lottery scams and four tips on increasing sales from my manager. His tips don't look any more promising than the scams. Hey! One from Tildy and one from Missy. Sweet! I use my cheeriest voice.
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Bugwit: Thanksgiving at Weezer's, Pt1
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Thursday, September 11, 2014. Thanksgiving at Weezer's, Pt1. My aunt Louise, or Weezer as we call her, loves my dad I. Suppose. So much so she managed tag along on my parents’. Honeymoon. I don't think my mother has ever forgiven Weezer. For that. Weezer was 55 when she first married. I had met her. And a bit of a bully. 8220;Is the phantom living beneath your home? Before she...
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Bugwit: SLUT
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Friday, September 12, 2014. I knew Janice from 6. I wanted to see her more, because I liked her and because I was a horny teenager, like everyone else who'd taken advantage of her. But this was. In the seventies. The Baptist church controlled the moral climate and I wasn’t mature enough to resist the prevailing social wind so I couldn’t be seen with her. Thanks, Mone. I ha...
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Bugwit: Walking Home
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Psychic spillover from a poorly containered life. Not about any one subject. Whatever falls out of my head and hits the sidewalk. Friday, September 12, 2014. This morning we're learning to make the letter 'P'. Big P. Little p. Big P. Little p. Five rows of P's. After that, we get graham crackers and grape Kool-Aid. I dunk mine, but I have to be fast, or the cracker turns to mush and falls in. I tell the teacher. I loved the part about "she's icky! That is just lovely. Tits: This is the last gushy one, I ...
