FANWORTH’S DREAM

January 31, 2016

Fanworth’s dream was to be delicately placed in a mental institution and there to be tended by a modest number of dead-eyed strangers. To this end, wearing fiercely orange tights, he drenched himself head to toe in butter fat and sang nonsense in falsetto outside City Hall. Sure enough, he was removed from the scene […]

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THE SECRET OF MARVIN HAY

January 30, 2016

the secret of marvin hay will be revealed on the 3rd of may from asking me questions refrain i don’t want to miss my train i’ll leave you with one final thought what goes up must come down maybe not

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THE EDNA MAE OLIVER KWIZ ANSWER

January 29, 2016

Each option offered is true.

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THE EDNA MAE OLIVER KWIZ

January 28, 2016

Edna Mae had: a. a statue of Charles Dickens in her garden, at which she tossed hoops. b. a cravat formerly belonging to Charles Dickens, which she used as a bookmark. c. an autographed portrait of Charles Dickens perched above the samovar on her dining room table. d. a stamp collection envied most particularly by […]

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TRAPEZOIDS

January 27, 2016
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NEVADA BEACH, LAKE TAHOE, WINTER

January 26, 2016
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SNOW REMAINS

January 25, 2016

zigzag logs sheathed in white make for a pleasant wintry sight

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BANAL INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITY GHOSTS – CHARLES DICKENS

January 24, 2016

Loon: I have the honor, privilege, and golden opportunity today to conduct the 3 question interview with the ghost of Mr. Charles Dickens, who famously wrote many famous books, so I am told. Welcome, sir, and may I begin by asking a question about your childhood? Dickens’ ghost: You may. Loon: I know I should […]

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THE INSANE PHILOSOPHER SPEAKS

January 23, 2016

It seems to me a lot of folks don’t understand the word ‘kurpaginostician’. I tremble for them. To be fair, I tremble for everyone, what with me being afflicted with ‘the shakes’ and all. Howsoever and to boot, I stand 43 per cent behind whatever I was saying, which was, as I recall, I don’t […]

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A SENTENCE BY JOYCE CARY

January 22, 2016

But what was sweeter than dancing and the lovely waltzes of those days were the gardens gay with paper lanterns, and the trees as green as lettuce over the fairy lamps; and the smell of the limes and the night stocks hanging on the dark, and the lovely girls in their trailing skirts walking under […]

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