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Sushi by Belinda Roddie Sushi is good. Sushi is tummy. Sushi goes sploosh, sploosh in my tummy. Yeah, I got nothing this week. Sorry, folks.

Please Uninvite Me by Belinda Roddie If you ever throw a pity party, don't forget cake.

Two bike rides with my mom. One successful Pride Night done with my theater company. Lots of Animal Crossing. Some amazing music and writing sessions. A lot of COVID-19 resurging because people don't know how to wear a mask and not bitch about it. But hey, I'm thirty-one. I'm thriving. I just had my wife cut my hair for the first time. We're visiting ourin-laws and being safe about it. Life is good. And I'm gonna help others also have a good life. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Tapping Toes by Belinda Roddie Now, if you keep the piano chiming, and the synthesizers warbling, maybe, in the end, you'll create music that'll relax you rather than tense the muscles up like ropes leading downward to the ninth circle of Hell. See, I've written a little diddy that's meant to permit rays of hope to crawl into your bed and sleep beside you. They won't bite. They won't snore. They'll simply buoy your dreams, make the clouds fluffier and less heavy. It's only a little help, but maybe it'll mean something in the long run. I ran a music store for twenty years, and five years into it, I met the love of my life. She danced with me to a song I can't remember the name of, but I know it was shorter than three and a half minutes. I've always been very, very aware of time. But my lover was able to grab the hands of my personal clock and pin them down for a while, holding them hostage for no ransom save for my poor excuse for a heart. We ...

Seaside Serenade by Belinda Roddie I found a blue shell on the beach. It sang.

This Fucker by Belinda Roddie I said what I said about Italy, you dripping asshole. Thanks for the inspiration, Laine!

Razed by Belinda Roddie It cools the temples to burn temples with not a burden or restraint, and once the bricks have crumbled, they are like ash in the night. And while the shadows will pretend that they have seen the light, their silhouettes dance without end to music that's unheard. It's easy to forget the value of a single word, though once it's scorched, it glows far frighter than one could contend. The pain will only last so long and will not leave a dent. For comfort, you can return to your almonds and champagne.