Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • Sarin-aid

    I literally just spent 20 minutes attempting to find a specific Italian, (I think), aria that I can hear so clearly in my head but am finally prepared to admit failure. It was going to be a spectacular opening line I was going to turn into a bad joke about serenading vs. drinking the kool… Continue reading

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  • Daily Crunch Features

    No foreplay today my friends, skipping directly to the penetrating narrative. Please use protection, I recommend a mild sedative. I’ve actually kept things relatively light today, being somewhat aggrieved with the planet this morning something possessing of levity felt appropriate. And, HEY, JUPITER… you know what you did. Since I have been writing with the… Continue reading

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  • Kabelsalat

    It’s true I’ve never been a particular fan of Oktoberfest but were I do find German culture excels is in having a word to describe everything*. So saying, “Kabelsalat”, or, ‘cable-salad”, meaning the resultant tangle formed by disorganized cords over time. And they say magic isn’t real… Don’t even get me started on the pragmatic… Continue reading

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