Dread Poets Sobriety

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  • Pricks and Bones

    There’s something almost magical about sitting down at the computer to write with zero plan. It’s our understanding of infinity loosely fulfilled. Like a queer Schrodinger’s box on meth where the cat could in the end be dead, alive, a velociraptor, potted fern, 1915 Cracker-Jack Ty Cobb Baseball card, Jesus Christ or any other perceivable… 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

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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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