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The Air Up There

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It was made in China. Forged of mylar, a compound of polyethylene terephthalate and assorted dyes and chemicals. Meant to make a bright day brighter, it was not made with love, hate or… Continue reading

I’d Rather Not Deal With The MTA’s Crap [Friday Thoughts W/ TeeCoZee]

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Good Moleman. That’s not Latin, that sounds like rock and/or roll! It’s Friday, May 6th, 2022. The weather on Long Island is 57° & Pantone 14-4504 and somewhere, somebody is making amends. It… Continue reading

501 Words About It

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I feel like it’s about time that we talk about it. But what is “it”, exactly? I guess it’s everything. There’s a lot of things going on that people are discussing, so I… Continue reading

The Simple Bliss Of Baseball

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I was walking down a dark hallway Friday night, not quite feeling like myself. Could be some looming panic, could be the strength of the Mai Tai I was sipping on. But regardless,… Continue reading

Because I Missed Listing Things [Top 5 Top 5 Sunday]

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It’s been a long time since I made a list of lists. This is because I’m terrible at writing ideas down and definitely not due to a lack of ideas. I’m coming up… Continue reading

I’d Rather Not Use A Magic Restroom [Friday Thoughts W/ TeeCoZee]

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Good Moleman. Starland Vocal Band?!? They’re the suckiest bunch of sucks who ever sucked! It’s Friday, April 29th, 2022. The weather in Elmont is 57° & Pantone 17-3932 and somewhere, somebody is changing… Continue reading

319 Words About The Wind

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Some say it blows. I say it sucks. It also blows. It’s one of the few things that can do both. Others include vacuums, our breath and the Detroit Lions. Just like the… Continue reading

I’d Rather Not Abandon My Car On The Middle Of The Expressway [Friday Thoughts W/ TeeCoZee]

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Good Moleman. Ooh, I can’t get enough of this blood pudding. I think someone just had his first taste of bloodlust! It’s Friday, April 22nd, 2022. The weather in Howard Beach is 68°… Continue reading

421 Words To The Ten-Year-Old

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Your fluff knows no bounds. It doesn’t even know the definition of “bounds”. It doesn’t know the definition of a lot of things. It’s fluff, it has no brain. But you do. And… Continue reading

On Both Sides Of The Coin

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It was a cold, cold night in Queens. Just minutes before first pitch, the sky opened up and a great storm blasted through. Torrential rain came down on the stadium as blustering winds… Continue reading