When I was last in New York, I met a very nice and quirky little woman named Kendra Malone. She just published a portion of her journals, calling them "long and lurid." I read them and like them. I wrote a little post about this, but all of my compliments sound mean today. It may be because it is gray and cold outside. It may be because I am a big fat jerk. I deleted my post about Kendra and her work. But I like Kendra, and I like what she's written here. You should drink wine and read it, pretty little pigs.
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