Euripides Redux
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
I Made This
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Dramatis Personae
The Hanging Man!
The Flashy Chef!
The Storyteller!
The Singing Tarot!
The Radio Star!
The Cup Maker!
The Literary Pirate!
The Puglist!
The Fife Player!
The Hair-Cutter!
The Street Sleuth!
The Sarcastic Teacher!
The Traveling Linguist!
The Star-Eyed Boy!
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Fear and Trembling
Come sail your ships around me
Lolthulhu
Rhetoric, not Reality
I'm just here, scratchin' my dog....
It looks like freedom but it feels like death (its...
For the Graduates
...we are like Kokosing.
You're one microscopic cog in his catostrophic pla...
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat...
...in SPACE!
I am Troy
The judge said "Son, what's your alibi?"
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
...we are like Kokosing.
1 year, today.
More thoughts later.
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