Chidren, I am much too lazering to type up a short limerick for your consideration, so I'm putting up this sordid tale of the South I wrote instead ( Read more... )

Intellectuals are a dying breed, no one values what they have to offer ( Read more... )

Children of the corn, you mustn't believe your ears, siphon out the noise that you heard after you were born, and hide it away with all previous fears. Prepare yourselves for love extraordinaire, the kind that helps you understand that only rubuts care ( Read more... )

Dogs say woof. Cats say bark. Wind says kelp. Chairs say no. Nice says leper. I say three ( Read more... )

A Mess Needing Cleaning ( Read more... )

Welcome to lovely dale home entertainment centra, where I rule my domain complacently and hastingly. Many scruples can be found underneath every rock that you should take the time to turn here. Please, feel free to encounter yourself as the mind interprets what it wishes, without a worry of whether or not another will express distaste and thus, ( Read more... )

"If, by chance, a twelfth should appear underneath a yellow wind, do not hesitate to comprehend the mannerisms of the matter." - Reinhold M. Quashin