OutreDoors

Part-time Midwestern Warlords

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Falling through the face hole feel

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Greatest lyric of all time: I was looking for a job / and I found a job / and heaven knows I’m miserable now

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Nobody “gets it” anymore (George Costanza voice)

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A rag and bone sadness

A shadowless caster

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Longtime caller, first time listener

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Aldi wine thoughts: everyone has to get in somewhere / everyone’s brain has to get wired somehow

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Rough luck

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All the buried gems coming back to surface

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Edmund Drury’s description of the poet, John Clare: “low in stature—long visage—light hair—coarse features—ungaitly—awkward—is a fiddler—loves ale—likes the girls—somewhat idle,—hates work”

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Letting a little sadness steep into summer nights