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The Wind Beneath My Things
Seat belts, everyone! Yes, that was a Magic School Bus reference. Gamification before it was cool. Why make learning tedious when you can trick us simpletons into thinking it’s fun? There is a reason it’s so trendy these days… For once I’m going to cut to the chase. Just a quirky, brief number today. I’ll share 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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“You can be my Yoko Homo”.
Good morning fair-weather friends, foul-weather companions and sunken inanimate wreckage. You are acknowledged! Most importantly, a cresting wave of gratitude to the amazing Gareth and his more than generous donation. Without you I would have even less time for these artistic pursuits and your support means more to me than these silly letter’s amalgamation could possibly Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 