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Sir-cuit Breaker
“I like big books and I cannot lie– Y’all other readers can’t deny– When a tome strolls past with its thick old spine– It’s like, damn novel, you so fine…” It sort of just keeps going like that, the song is way longer than I remembered. Really the only other part worthy of your time Continue reading
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Engineering°C
“Well well, what have we here? How ever did you get past security? Prendergast! Prendergaaast!? Crumb cake, where is that incompetent bumbler… very well, I suppose you’re here for some sort of linguistic escapade? Or to rob me of my priceless antique ivory animal figurines. I surely hope the former, nothing else needs to die Continue reading
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The Vaunting of Shill House
Good morning friendly ghosts and malevolent spirits! As always, a veritable pleasure to be so haunted. I get a vague Hallowe’en theme from today’s composition so why not shamelessly extrapolate to the most absurd degree? Wassup, my witchesss? Let’s try to avoid any further All Hallows inanities and all, hallowed, move on to the matter Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 