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Dances With Werewolves
A subject we touched on briefly the other day deserves a more through examination. What was originally intended as a cheap quip, “never meet… or extensively research… your heroes”, ended up being rather alluring. Especially topical given the uproar South of the border about the removal of Confederate statues or Sir John A. McDonald’s tattered… Continue reading
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All that we can’t Left behind.
Well isn’t it just looking Fall AF out there today. The leaves are beyond majestic and the squirrels, much like the freshmen university students, are liable to jump out into traffic at any moment. Constant Vigilance! Thanks professor Moody. Jermaine to the third last sentence, I did tragically end the life of one recently. His… Continue reading
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Ultimate Lameness, Pun Intended.
A vexing re-occurrence of intolerable spine twinging has at least served to provide me with the time to clack upon these patterned buttons in a vaguely rhythmic manner twice now in two days. Writing. It means I’m writing. And perhaps a mite touched. As I’m quite eager to return to my debilitating boredom and maudlin… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 