Wednesday, December 1, 2004

Rub of the brush

December 1, 2004

Standing outside tonight I saw a pterodactyl. Well in reality it was undoubtedly some kind of a large foul. As I watched the silvery clouds, lit from the killer moon, this beast was honking through the black space hanging under the overcast. For a moment I was sure it was a goose. The damn thing [...]

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Quote of the day

December 1, 2004
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