"Come on, keep moving, horseshit ain't turkey."

What are, "things you say to an English mastiff on a walk next-door to an Amish family on Thanksgiving after dark," Alex?

My brother-in-law's dog is somehow not named Big Mama, but she should be.

Why, America's sweethearts the Detroit Pistons, of course.

Other dog needed a walk. Multi-dog, like multi-ball, rules.

Also, happy "I truly am thankful they care, but how do I explain to relatives asking 'how's the book doing?' that for poetry selling into the three digits is considered a success because that's how sad the arts are in our society so I guess it's 'doing' okay?" day to all who celebrate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Guys they started this day here with a massive sausage casserole. LFG.

Here, have a moment of zen, ya filthy animals.

🎶 "Nobody else will be there..." 🎶

Buddard, there are four households here under one roof.

(The cover of Sleep Well Beast by The National)

Thank you! 😄

Welp, what me worry.

Buddy, there is no shame in social media. This shit is the wild lands. (But also, thanks!)

Even worse first draft of a poem this morning. Really gonna build this path back to writing poems by hand-forming the stones for the path first, eh. Just really squeezing a handful of sand really, really hard until it's a stone, I guess.

Some days, you ha-ha b*&$%es, I got a new scooter the world, and some days, the world ha-ha b*&$%es, I got a new scooters you.