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David Raffin
Metaphysicist, postHumorist, poet, Fabulist http://davidraffin.com
Metaphysicist, postHumorist, poet, Fabulist http://davidraffin.com
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I have invented the noodle sandwich. I expect all accolades and privileges accorded to such. My song will be sung by robot monks as they wander the wilderness, my name intoned into the dusty air until it fades to a single note, to the human ear reminiscent of clanking. Hurrah!
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"But you don't understand," said the demon. "The 24 hour news cycle needs news. It's infernal. All you need do is watch. It's wonderfully outrageous."
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The time traveler enjoyed a hearty repast again. As occurred, will occur, and is occurring (now playing) every Tuesday. The time traveler, creature of habit. Crowded restaurant. A lot of old talk.

Thank you. I'll be here all week. Repeatedly.
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When humbugs humblebrag I hum to drown out their thoughts. Admission is twelve dollars.
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The gate on the fence to the comfort zone has a handle you have to jiggle. It makes everyone look silly. It is part of the cosmic joke.
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‪I need a wing man. A wing man is a fellow that has these big beautiful decorative wings strapped on his back, right?‬
It’s a little known fact, but Leonardo da Vinci sketched out some plans about being a better wing man. It was way ahead of its time.
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What the USA lacks in quality it tries to make up for in volume and/or marketing, usually with shoddy results, which shows the importance of public relations. If I were to give advice to those looking to make it in the world I would say: "Misdirection. The future is in misdirection. Just like in the old days." It is the plastics of the New Age. Plastics worked out well. Everything is fine. Look, emojis!
And maybe we would all become a little less selfish if we all became intensely over-concerned with groups of people in which we do not consider ourselves a part of.
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I’ve been listening to the historically significant but little heard Zebedy Colt album from 1969 featuring his version of love for sale. How little heard? Well, I couldn’t find a copy to attach here. So here is a version of the same song that sounds nothing like his version. Nothing. His is frantic. But this is my second favorite version.
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