Friday, February 22, 2008
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
a summer invitational to all who think they can take my place
But before I get ahead of myself I have to find the bottom of my feet. They're usually down there, and this is no exception. Still, help me look. These things don't find themselves, and it's for that very reason that I must do that dance. If werewolves taught me manners, surely you'd think they'd teach me how to make my bed. But no, they were never around in the morning. You know, since some people are raised by wolves. Well, these are werewolves. My momma dug a hole in the snow and when I awoke, Crispy the tall werewolf told me to consider him my best friend or he'd chew my demons away. Well, I don't care much for my demons. They don't invite me out to dinner afterwards, plus they sure as heck don't leave a tip.
Brother, I am alive. Are you?
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Anyone speak horse code?
Well, well, well:
http://www.medpagetoday.com/Columns/8138
Looks like my old boy Dracula's in the news again. Is it a complete coincidence that when there's nothing interesting going on in the world, Dracula pops up in our national headlines? Or maybe, and more correctly, D-man lets the world's events grow more and more boring, then he chooses to leap into the spotlight, and dance to our national content. That's what I'd like to believe. Especially since he won't ever return my phone calls.
I just assume he's out baking cookies or doing other things that make my heart sing. But here's betting that Cafe Dracula didn't have no Dracula patties when l'il Drac was a scant four years old!
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