Monthly Archives: February 2006

Ice Weasels Ripped My Flesh

Brevity may or may not be the soul of wit, but it sure slaps leather when it comes to tapping the pulse of the yearning disaffected. Continue reading

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The Photographer’s Notebook

In which the Ties That Bind dangle a bit, waiting for someone to Saddle Up and Take The Reins. Or at least tie a reasonable half-hitch. Continue reading

Posted in About Last Night |

Silhouettes of our Former Selves

Honey, it’s for you. It’s the god of malaria. Continue reading

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