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My stories

an Ode to "Terror"

Long have I fought against you, Lord Terror, but i am weary: your minions are everywhere As a small child they pinned me to hard chair and tortured me with facts and formulas as a youth, i heard your message from the church pulpit

An Ode To My Inner Maniac

It was you who in the growing years listened not to the chants of "cool" conformity or the following cries of "loser" and "nerd," but followed faithfully the library songs full of gallant heroes,

the skinny cat that could

I'm the skinny cat that could; I ain't got no time to knock on wood. I'm the skinny cat that could; I ain't got no knuckles to knock on wood I'm the skinny cat that could; see the only nickels I got are wood.

Hermano's Mexican Dream Theatre

At Hermano's Mexican Dream Theatre (for madmen only,) they eat juicy garbage grinders or colorful Spanish lobsters, (depending on the light of the moon.) There's loud smacking, electrified fur, proud laughing,

!!!Oregon Or Bust!!!

Whoever, Wherever, Whatever you are, (if you've love and good will in your heart,) i say to You: we've lived too long in Cyborgia where architects design the wheat,

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