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“Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-​brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the a.m. heat: shattercane, lamb’s‑quarter, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-​print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother’s soft hand on your cheek.”

-David Foster Wallace

Follow me on the Twittah

  • Youngest son's soccer team kicks more goals than the other team. Still loses. 2 days ago
  • Hey buddy, nice purse. Yeah I know it's a baby bjorn & that you're an amazing dad, but the thing is you'll never catch me in that thing. 4 days ago
  • To forestall my midlife crisis, my wife is allowing me to put a racers stripe on the mini van. 5 days ago
  • I don't care if you think I'm crude & sexist, if I see you with two large coffee mugs and you're my wife I'm going to say, "Hey, nice mugs." 5 days ago
  • My wife gets me sexy undies cause she likes me to dance for- oh here she is. She's shaking her head and laughing. Oh. 6 days ago

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