The older I get the more I look like the poet Robert Lowell. If I could write poetry like Lowell, I’d be set.
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My neighbors are moving and had a yard sale. The mannequin belongs to us and is named Gloria. This house appears to be guarded by cera...
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I’ve been driving around town scouting locations for my independent film. Today in Griffith Park I found a beautiful bench designed by lo...
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