Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • “Truicide”

    Well if it isn’t your seventh least favourite poet-comedian dropping off further irreverence and vaguely insulting narrative! And damn pleased to be doing so. We’re going to swing directly into the rhyming today but maybe I’ll unearth some inspiration to blather in the postscript. “Truicide”, November 30, 2019. Was there but a single moment I… Continue reading

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  • A Pale Night

    “And I looked; and I beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.” -Revelations 6:8 Happy return friends to this stellar cellar of secular non-sequitur. In fact, I live on the ground floor. Though one supposes it could still be a basement walkout. Damn you,… Continue reading

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  • The Sound Of One Hand Slapping

    Tell me, should the dog’s bone be dropped from atop a couch onto the hardwood floor, BUT the downstairs neighbor isn’t home to hear it, does it still make a noise? Yes. It is, in fact, still cacophonous AF. Alternatively, what is the sound of one hand slapping? The proposed crack duality of dueling outcomes?… Continue reading

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