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Longst have I been at battle with The Man

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I know what you’re thinking: “Is ‘longst’ even a word?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement (of my ongoing war with The Man), I didn’t bother to check, but, if you want to, go right ahead, punk.

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I’m telling you, DO NOT DO IT!

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PREPARATION OF SALAD FOR ‘THE NIGHT SHIFT’

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“The Night Shift?” you ask curious to know what kind of hi-jinx The President and Founder is up to now while also silently appreciative of the fact that he is taking care of himself by ‘eating healthy’. “Yes, The Night Shift”, I (The President and Founder) reply touching you gently on your shoulder while staring for too long into your eyes.

You do know ‘The Night Shift’, don’t you? No? What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t answer that, I’m not interested. Here instead is a brief summation of the show as found on (the) Google:

A night-shift doctor at San Antonio Memorial, T.C. Callahan struggles to find the balance between saving lives and the hard reality of running a hospital. Joining him as he faces the sometimes dangerous task of running the emergency room are his best friend — who often shoulders the unenviable job of keeping T.C. out of trouble — Topher; former Army medic, Drew; lead physician — and T.C.’s ex-girlfriend — Jordan; and surgical resident, Paul. The rigors of the job may expose some personal weaknesses, but their shared drive to save their patients bonds them together in a tight-knit group.

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or, as NBC suggests:

Follow the crazy cases of San Antonio Memorial’s heroic staff on The Night Shift

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to which I would add:

While enjoying a healthy repast

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NEVER TO BE RELEASED

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Usually when one reads the words ‘NEVER TO BE RELEASED’ it is in connection with an individual, not unusually described as ‘beyond evil’, that many among the general public, as well as various state and local officials, believe should never, because of the nature of their crimes, be released from prison. That is not, in this instance, the case.

No, my usage of ‘NEVER TO BE RELEASED’ as the title of this post is in relation to a film that has for some time been, as I like to say, “in the works”. Unfortunately, due to my general attitude, aptly defined, by those lucky few to know me on a personal level, as ‘lackadaisical’, I quite easily gave up on ever finishing what, without a doubt, would have been an amazing little film.

However, this very morning, most likely while the majority of you were sleeping, dreaming, I’m sure, of reaping fortunes, attracting mates, and crushing your foes, I was anxiously pacing the floor desperate for something, anything, to post. Then, for reasons I have yet to examine fully, it occurred to me that I could present a still image from the film that would never be released.

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still image from a film NEVER TO BE RELEASED

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

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BOYS AND GIRLS

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THE UNDECIDED

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THE INTITUTE

FOR THE STUDY OF

SLIGHTLY VARYING CIRCUMSTANCES

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PROUDLY PRESENTS

A

BRAND SPANKING NEW

POETIZATION

BY

THE ORIGINATOR

AND

ALL TIME MASTER

OF

THE ART

OF

POETIZATION

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JACK HORRORCHILD

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CHARITY SHOP DEATH MATCH

COPYRIGHT 2017 THE PRESIDENT AND FOUNDER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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‘Runaway Train’ is playing

too loudly

as music does now days

everywhere you fucking go

rock music/pop music

droning

on and on

incesantly

when all you want

is to buy some toilet paper

not attend a God damn discoteque

but,

that’s a Poetization for another day

today’s is about the tension

thick as it was in the charity shop

just before dinner

and everyone’s starving

not for sustenance

but for some geegaw

some nicknack

some hunkajunk

that some other poor slob wants, too

and they will fight over it

to the death

if necessary

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IT HAS BEEN 3 MONTHS

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“It” being the time between taking the image below and posting it here for all to see. Some thought it too much time to wait, others thought it not long enough. This, I’m sure you will agree is, as they say, “just the way it is”. People can never agree on much of anything. One thing (however) most, if not all (yes, ‘not all’) can agree upon is that coming across a blanket on the side of the road near a sign for an abandoned gas station in the middle of the desert conjures up possibilities better left unexamined.

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SUDDENLY IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE

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baby tells it like it is (deal with it)

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