I Have To Quote DAWN Once More Before The New Year Begins

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Hold fast to whatever fragments 
of love that exist, for sometimes
a mosaic is more beautiful 

than an unbroken pattern.

Dawn Powell 

Her next page is  here.

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My Only New Year's Resolution Is To Serve HER Breakast In Bed

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In Long Beach...
One flight up from this desk!

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Despite His Big Head, He Could NOT Get Away With Murder!

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James Stewart
After The Thin Man
(1936) 

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Carrie + Quinn And Astrid + Laura

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Homeland

Season Five,
Finale

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My New Year's Eve Party Began With A Knock

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  A knock on the door revealed a six-pack of people

First was  Mona Lisa  and she wanted the  Babe...

Langston Hughes talked about  Jesse B. Simple

And Nina Simone talked about her  "bio-pic"

        

Richard Brautigan  had  champagne

And  Lester Young had his  saxophone
                   

Happy New Year!

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The 51st Bullet: Just As Good

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When you can't get a good night kiss,
settle for a see you later smooch.  

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 Footnote

THE 51th BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.
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Scrambled Dream

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I dreamt about scrambled eggs

and woke up next to a slice of toast

She said her name was Yesterday

I told her to call me tomorrow

and went in search of butter

I opened the refrigerator

and there was my wife

She said her name was Milk

but told me to call her Glass of

I said your name is Carol

and let's go back to bed

She said your bed is toast

and then passed me the butter 

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Footnote

SCRAMBLED DREAM is the property of LCSoL.

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A Poem By David Wagoner

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       LOST       

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner

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Keep It Hidden (Comic Relief #849)

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MUTTS
Patrick McDonnell

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The 50th Bullet: Hide The Evidence

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If you sell your soul to the devil  
don’t save the receipt for your accountant:
it  isn’t  tax-deductible.

If  you  then run  for public office, destroy that receipt 
before the media devours it. 

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 Footnote

THE 50th BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.
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The Anecdotal Age: The Tale Of T

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T  should have died young and left a pretty corpse 

but his ego would not allow that.

  

Then his heart, which had romanced him through 

one hundred and one silk sheets, sent up flares. 

But now, another friend means another  lunch tab 

as long as T does all  the talking. 

Every conversation is  an audience of one 

and every fifth story is about a pacemaker.

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Footnote

THE ANECDOTAL AGE: THE TALE OF T  is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

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Adan And Eva + The Truth

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Illustrated by  Mrs. CarPeo.

Italic words paraphrase  Ring Lardner.

Adan and Eva's next page is  here. 

       
Eva caught Adan
in a web of lies–
or so she did surmise

In his defense,
Adan did holler:

Truth be damned!
It's stranger than fiction
and much duller
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Brothers Playing Catch On Christmas Day

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Only a little light remains.
The new football feels heavy
and our throws are awkward
like the conversation of brothers
who see each other occasionally.
After a few exchanges,
confidence grows,
the passing and catching
feels natural and good.

Gradually, we move farther apart,
out in the field,
the space between us
filling with darkness.

He leads me,
lofting perfect spirals
into the night. My eyes
find the clean white laces of the ball.

I let fly a deep pass
to his silhouette.
The return throw
cannot be seen,
yet the ball
falls into my hands, as if
we have established a code
that only brothers know.

Gary Short 

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For Xmas, I Gave Her A Taste Of Intolerance (Comic Relief #844)

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Sidney Harris

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Footnote

CN ≠ Can Not post

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For Xmas, She Gave Me A Six Pack Of Bliss ( Comic Relief #843)

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Harry Bliss

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Footnotes

CN ≠ Can Not post! 

In exchange for a six-pack of Bliss,
for Xmas, I gave her  this. 

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The Girl With The Flaxen Hair

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Claude Debussy

 The girl with the flaxen hair
 how I yearn for her to be here
(and so does she).

 Sometimes it feels like
 she is right beside me.

 Life would have
 much less defeats,

 If only I could
 read those 
 sheets.






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The Father, The Son, And The Donald

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Friedrich Drumpf built his restaurants on land that he did not own. In that time of the Gold Rush in the Klondike, it was the Wild West period. It was wide open, very raw, lots of single men desperately trying to find gold–and prostitutes. 

His restaurants had liquor, food + access to women. His restaurants had little cubicles off to the sides with heavy curtains–so called private rooms for ladies–which was absolutely understood to mean prostitutes. His establishment was not the exception there, but he certainly did well by that.

And after that he went back to Germany and claimed that he was quiet man who avoided bars in his petition to repatriate.

[The petition was denied by German authorities who sent Friedrich Drumpf back to his adopted homeland.]

His son Fred, who made his money in real estate in the outer boroughs of New York City, was very good at finding loopholes.

When Fred was building state-financed housing he set up shell equipment companies and then rented bulldozers and trucks from himself at very high and inflated prices. 

It was not illegal, but he was pushing the edge and bending the rules. He was very good at that.
 

Donald in turn has been very good at finding loopholes and bending rules when he built Trump Towers for example. 

He hired undocumented Polish workers to do the demolition of the building that had been there before, paid them very low wages and had them sleep on the building site, because they were on such a rushed schedule. 

Later on he said he had not noticed that they were undocumented which he could not have missed. He is very good at that.

Gwenda Blair
 

God Bless Ms. Blair
for getting under
that alleged hair
but you get the
 GoFather's
next Trump page
by clicking  there.

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...........................We Wish You A Merry Christmas............................

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And hope you take the time 

to listen to the saga of

WILLY, THE CHRISTMAS WEASEL

Jack McCarthy And The Lucky Tones

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This Is Not...This Is (TIN/TI #19)

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THIS IS NOT 
A Banksy project. 

      THIS IS 
A Banksy project.

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The first image is the result 
of angry protesters in Vienna.

The next page in this series is  here. 

The next page in
the GoFather Banksy series
is  there.

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A Gentle Definition Of Politics

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Oscar Ameringer
(1870-1943)

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Photoverio © (#157): Does He Need A Haircut?

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© Oliverio
Shady and Hirsute
(90802) 

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Photoverio © (#156): Ironic Muscle

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© Oliverio
The Reign of Rust
(90804) 

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Self-Portraits From The Very Short Life Of Francesca Woodman

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Francesca Woodman

(1958-1981)

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Level Or Not

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© Oliverio

oh sunshine
I know you are
out there

but I am in here

I do not need
to see you

I need only to 
feel your presence
between the slats



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When This Ducky World Was Trump-Free (Comic Relief #833)

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Lee Lorenz

The next Trump page is  here.

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I Sure Do Be Liking This Quote From Mr. Sandbag A Whole Lot

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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves,

spits on the ground and goes to work.

Carl Sandberg

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No Sympathy For Uta Werner

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Did you hear the one about the 86 year-old 

woman contesting the will of her 
81 year-old  cousin on the grounds

of his incompetence to draw up 

the testament?

There must be genuinely funny jokes somewhere

about this cumbersomely-worded premise

but this page is not where 

you will find them.

The estate of Cornelius Gurlitt included
more than a billion dollars worth of ART
willed to a Museum in Switzerland.

To say the provenance of the ART

is suspect is to say that

day will follow night.

The ART had been obtained 

by his father who was hand-picked

by Adolph Hitler.

To say that all of the ART 

was stolen from Jewish people

during World War II

is not quite accurate.

Some of it was purchased

from Jewish people in Germany 
while a gun was held to their head.

Cornelius Gurlitt died in 2014 

at the age of eighty-one.

His cousin, Uta Werner,

claimed to be the rightful heir

to the estate. 

She has lost her case. 

But in the three years since the discovery 
of more that 1200 pieces of ART 
in Gurlitt's Munich apartment,
only four paintings have been returned
to their rightful owners.

The next Gurlitt page is  there.

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Human Geometry From The Creator Of SHREK

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William Steig

Exactly sixteen consecutive pages  
will tell youeverything
you need to know
about Mr. Steig.

Your laughter,
in response
to those
pages,
will
be
immeasurable!




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Euclidean Coneheads (R-Rated Comic Relief #829)

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Scott Hilburn

Frank is so obtuse,
he doesn't have 
a hypotenuse!

He's lean and scalene

She is saucy and isosceles

Vivian's right angle 
knows how to please.

It's as easy as eggs
because the right angle
is between her legs! 

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This, That, And The Other Things

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If this was that

and that was this,

there would be here

and we would not go anywhere

 because we'd already been there

If up was down

and down was out,

every whisper would be a shout

and we'd always be certain

even when in doubt

If talk was silence

and silence was loud

every word with its own cloud
and every sound would make us proud

If mine was yours

and yours was mine

we would turn water into wine
even the diabolical would feel divine

If this was that

and that was this

every breath would be a kiss

If and only if

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Footnotes

THIS, THAT, AND THE OTHER THINGS

is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

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.....There Is HOPE For Their Homeland (And Everyone Else's).....

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Candidates for Miss Iraq beauty contest pose in front 

of a basalt statue of a lion at archaeological site 
of Babylon, outside the modern city of Hilla, 
south of the capital Baghdad on December 17, 2015. 

The beauty contest–the first one in more than 40 years–

will take place on December 19, 2015. 

AFP PHOTO/Ahmed-Al-Rubaye
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................The Network Executive And The Morning Star.................

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Yuguna Oreltz

You must keep silent on this matter.

Whuda Helami

But we can lock up the tranny fans.

Yuguna Oreltz

They are just one small feather of the peacock.

Whuda Helami

But I have a conscience.

Yuguna Oreltz

Having a conscience won't play in Peoria.

Whuda Helami

Can't we start a new trend?

Yugana Oreltz

That wouldn't be a "new trend,"

it would be Nielsen suicide.

We can start a "new trend"

by putting water in your wineglass.

Whuda Helami

That would be unthinkable:

I'll do whatever you say, Mr. Oreltz.

Yuguna Oreltz

Thank you, Whuda.

      

     

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Footnote

THE NETWORK EXECUTIVE AND THE MORNING STAR

is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

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Mrs. Hypotenuse

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Diagonally,
she sleeps her best
with no one else in her bed.
 
Diagonally, 
she thinks her best
with no one else in her head.

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Footnotes

MRS. HYPOTENUSE is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

Photo courtesy of J. Pegg.

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Photoverio © (#155): Thistle Show 'Em

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All we do is whistle

said the Mother Thistle.

We need not do it loud.

Then we can see–
quite visibly–

the cloud within the cloud. 
     

© Oliverio
Route 33, Hazeburg
(2005) 

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I Wish This Were A Photoverio

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© Adam Wolfe 
Tunnel Effects

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Art, Science, Morals, And Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Wilde

Her eyes

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Photoverio © (#154): The Last Hour On The Last Day...

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The midnight waitress
had white dreams
about the existential dilemma
of waffles smothered 
with sour cream

© Oliverio
The USA Today
2005

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This Is Not...This Is (TIN/TI #18)

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⬆ 

THIS IS NOT 
Michaelangelo's David 

      THIS IS 
Michaelangelo's David

   ⬇⬇  

 

The first image is 
McDonald's David,
as in Letterman. 

It has been said that
Mr. Letterman was required
to do community service
for having abandoned 
the late night talk show landscape:

Now teeming with human lapdogs
and people who just do not have
real interview skills.

But his replacement certainly
has the sweetest relationship
with the replacement bandleader!

The next page in this series is  here.

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