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Ciao for now.

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Just wait till the earthquake hits . . .

Wow! Are you celebrating?

021

A fascist dictatorship? We're already there.

082

Ha! Peddling dung.

Danke.

000

Am I in trouble?

That light helps . . .

Strange shapes in the woods . . .

I like it. Eternal wisdom.

Straight soy or ponzu sauce?

They bite round the clock.

000

432.

140

Me too. The really massive ones have all been cut down.

I don't see you, only your shadow . . .

050

Which branch does he wear his glove on?

Just before the horse grazes them into eternity?

The light, the light!

000

Yes, 24/7.

Woof!

040

T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 3h

The newspaper.

030

The egg.

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T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 3h

The dog.

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T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 4h

Death in the morning.

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T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 4h

Additional morning.

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T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 4h

The morning, 6:28 A.M.

2110

Night.

290

Evening visitor, disguised as a cockroach.

2110

Late afternoon.

3301

The Big Euke.

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T.C. Boyle @tcboyle.com · 15h

Cactus, cactus shadow.

2111

The pond.

290

Well, it’s been fun, but the Cnidarian calls. Later, my friends.

0100

The newspaper.

191

The egg, still life with tomato.

1150

Morning moon.

090

The morning, 6:18 A.M.

1140

Once again The New Yorker cover (by Barry Blitt) really nails it.

1364

The afternoon visitor.

290

Ciao for now.

190

No need to inject him with canine growth hormone?

120

Yes. I love it.

Go fetch, Bodhi!

040

Yes, Dr. Kellogg would approve.

130

He is Bluey. He is the fruit of sperm and egg.

Thanks, Susanna. I'm in need of them.

I'll ask Frau B.

Lookin' good. Many thanks.

120

Maybe, Dunno. But I've seen no algae bloom here recently . . .

On what planet?