Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • Pricks and Bones

    There’s something almost magical about sitting down at the computer to write with zero plan. It’s our understanding of infinity loosely fulfilled. Like a queer Schrodinger’s box on meth where the cat could in the end be dead, alive, a velociraptor, potted fern, 1915 Cracker-Jack Ty Cobb Baseball card, Jesus Christ or any other perceivable… Continue reading

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  • “Time-Flies”

    Back contrary to popular demand! In so much as all work and no play renders Jack a soporific male, it turns out that all play and no work poses a similarly detrimental risk. Who knew? Granted I’m not overly dull, per se, but nor am I especially sharp. 🙂 I’m cutting the foreplay short today,… Continue reading

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  • Intra-Planetary Pilgrim

    Greetings Minnows and Monk-fish! Marsupials and Macaques! Birds? What birds? The weather today has perked up much like the hungover enjoying their second drink the following day. Radiant sunshine and a chorus of birdsong for our listening pleasure and ambient comfort. Truly that feckless Nature wench has granted us a temporary reprieve for murdering her… Continue reading

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