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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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I'm not feeling it, man. The tune says laid back, Saturday afternoon. The photo says zombies are after me, except for the glasses. Like'em.
you've also told me that james taylor is laid back saturday afternoon, and there ain't a thing james taylor in ol' digby.
thank goodness.
issues. about james taylor. yep, you've got 'em!
ok, i have to return to this. the photo may not capture the digby feel, i'll grant you some room there. the photo is definitely darker than digby, but the tune is laid back in a very nocturnal kind of way, not a sunny cookin dinner kind of way. and it's laid back in an "enhanced" kind of way, too. groovy laid back, not hangin out at gradma's laid back.
i told claudia that james taylor ruins even death. did you see him at the oscars "singing" for the memorial tribute segment? i had to walk out of the room. no kidding. guh.
issues. deep issues.
Your grandma wasn't groovy?
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