Dread Poets Sobriety

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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

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  • “Singing in the Pain”

    Welcome back fellow revelers, your readership is truly an honor! Trapped at home today with some relatively debilitating back pain at least I’m afforded an opportunity to babble incoherently. It should be mentioned that some prescription medication was imbibed such that my on again/ off again relationship with cogency may be due some general disruption.… Continue reading

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  • “Time-Flies”

    Back contrary to popular demand! In so much as all work and no play renders Jack a soporific male, it turns out that all play and no work poses a similarly detrimental risk. Who knew? Granted I’m not overly dull, per se, but nor am I especially sharp. 🙂 I’m cutting the foreplay short today,… Continue reading

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