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How to Watch Star Wars with a Five Year Old

Posted by Josh in August 9th, 2008  
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First, if you can avoid it
don’t let them know what you’re doing.
Focus their attention elsewhere
while you slip to the movie player.
Mute the sound system.
Let the moment build and crank.
Unmute just as the start credits roll.
Smile when their attention breaks like a floodgate.
Enjoy that moment every time.
And when they ask, tell them
Stars Wars presents us with [...]

Candles Like Abe Lincoln

Posted by Josh in July 22nd, 2008  
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What if I gave my PS3, 360 and Wii to charity?
What if I threw all my games, CDs, iPod and computer into the street?
What if I piled all the shit in my house up in the yard and set it on fire?
What if I sold my house, bought some land out in East Ohio with [...]

The Light of the Insolent Mute

Posted by Josh in October 26th, 2007  
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I am not afraid of the unknown.
I believe that all preachers should be on corners begging for change.
I believe the Constitution is a belief on paper that our leaders have forgotten how to read.
The only thing to fear is the space between thoughts because if you look at it close enough you will know what [...]

The One She Loved and The One She Lost Her Virginity To by Joshua Minton

Posted by Joshua Bradley Minton in September 24th, 2007  
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It was like the Zeppelin song Gallows Pole,
brother brought some silver.
She was Italian and she was on her period
which she said made her horny out of her mind.
The next day she drove her piece of shit
all the way from Middletown.
We lay in my bed and she asked, should I?
I begged yes and she said Jesus [...]

Sunday Morning Meditation

Posted by Joshua Bradley Minton in June 3rd, 2007  
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Sleeping through a Sunday morning Ohio thunderstorm
Dog snoring at the bedside
My son’s face at the bedside, laughing
gap between his front teeth, saying
“today’s a stay home together night.
It’s light out so you have to get up with me.”
Then the sound of a little boy peeing in the next room
forgetting to flush.
My wife telling him to go [...]

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