By: Joe Alterio

The kids pick and eat the tomatoes too early

By: Joe Alterio

The palms sway in sympathy

By: Joe Alterio

Why am I me, and not someone else?

By: Joe Alterio

I can see my whole life laid out before me…

By: Joe Alterio

We’re really good at complicating things.

By: Joe Alterio

The jab

By: Joe Alterio

I don’t think we’re solving the correct problem

By: Joe Alterio

I feel like my emotions are in neutral

By: Joe Alterio

I just couldn’t handle another Zoom call today

By: Joe Alterio

New year, same weirdness

By: Joe Alterio

Tex Avery pushed through a meat grinder on acid.

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Joe Alterio on BEATS, RHYMES AND LIFE

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Joe Alterio on THE DROP-OFF

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THE USUAL GANG OF IDOTS

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Beyond the Library