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Author Archives: ericmcclanahan
In Response to Reposted Hippity-Dippity Trash on Facebook
*Spoiler Alert* I’m about to be a complete asshole but I mean no offense to anyone associated with this post. I found it on Facebook with a charming multi-green background and in large, bulbous, celebratory typeset. But seriously, get a … Continue reading
“When all it was, was something beautiful / when Times and Dreams all seemed so dull”
Wherein I examine my current poverty, of wealth and imagination… Continue reading
“The morning image from the sattelite is all blue and green”
Wherein I extoll the virtues of sleep… Continue reading
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Tagged major depression, Money Troubles, music is my drug, sleep patterns
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“Maybe I’ve forgotten/the name and the address/of everyone I’ve ever known”
Wherein I write about feeling nothing… Continue reading
Cool Story, Bro
wherein I bitch… Continue reading
“World waits forever / never take the time / don’t break my heart / again”
Wherein I finally get (too damn much) sleep… Continue reading
“We Count only Blue Cars”
Wherein I talk about comedy… Continue reading
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky
I think often of science; of how it can both bind and separate us. The greatest illusion Mankind ever successfully maneuvered was to measure time. Distance is not a lie: you start walking in one direction, from point A and … Continue reading
“Your hand looks so nice in mine”
It’s a Sunday and calm; I haven’t much to do and am doing so with great aplomb… Continue reading
“I have nothing to say but I feel like my mouth is open”
I’m over blaming this year; 2013 is innocent of all the flak people have been giving it. It’s not the environment, not the economy, not the weather; it’s me. I am the one that’s broken. That said, I’ve stopped feeling … Continue reading
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Tagged family, isolation, life, major depression, music is my drug, separation
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Eric McClanahan 