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Revelations
Anyone interested in a Robin Hood/ Ludicrous mashup? I’ve got hose, I’ve got hooose, from my waist to my tooes, waist to my toes… and so on. Think that’s bad you should have read the intro I already deleted! I transferred this piece over to the computer last week to publish but it’s such a… Continue reading
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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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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
Dread Poets Sobriety 