A FAREWELL TO NOVEMBER

November 30, 2016

o leaf i remember your last dance of life it was a rumba, i clearly recall o tree how you swayed in the blustering wind i, too, have been often that drunk o world you twist on your axis just so like a pigeon confused by bells pealing from numerous hells farewell november

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LEAVES DEFIANT IN THEIR FINAL STAND

November 29, 2016
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THE RED RED BERRY

November 28, 2016

Once in a far off land there lived a foolish simpleton. This was most unfortunate, for the foolish simpleton was also the King. On a day not unlike others, he called his advisors into the kitchen and forgot why. ‘Well, we are gathered,’ he said, casting about in the vast empty cavern of his mind […]

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BANAL INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITY GHOSTS – WOODROW WILSON

November 27, 2016

Loon: Welcome to the 3 Question Interview. Today the Lords of the 4th Dimension have brought to us a former president of the United States, Mr. Woodrow N. Willman. Mr. President, how do you keep those little nose pincher specs from falling off? Wilson’s ghost: I tilt my head back slightly, and my name is […]

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SPENCER’S DILEMMA

November 26, 2016

Spencer weighed his options. Should he or should he not inform the authorities? He had witnessed Billings removing the pink comb from the high nook next to the credenza. He had witnessed Billings subsequent exiting from the north wing giggling. Furthermore, he had witnessed Billings taking a seat on the lawn and beginning to comb […]

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BABE DIDRIKSON THANKSGIVING KWIZ ANSWER

November 25, 2016

She always sat down to a bowl of chicken noodle soup when she completed her 100 mile run across Patagonia.

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THE BABE DIDRIKSON THANKSGIVING KWIZ

November 24, 2016

Babe Didrikson always spent Thanksgiving: a. punting on the Thames. b. kayaking east of Zanzibar. c. skiing on Mt. Everest. d. running cross country 100 miles in Patagonia.

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THE PLEBEIAN AARDVARK

November 23, 2016

The plebeian aardvark directed the movements of her troops from the top of a knoll. The harsh cry of ‘Advance!’ tore from her throat as she pointed with quivering rage at the enemy encampment. The aardvark army surged in response, spilling madly across the plain. Neck muscles tensed. Teeth ground. The armies crashed together. Cries […]

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MARCHING TO PRETORIA

November 22, 2016

The other day I encountered this parade of trees moving south. Curious, I asked them where they were headed. They replied, ‘We are marching to Pretoria.’ Confused, I returned to my room and stayed there for a very long time.

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THE SNOW, THE SNOW, ‘TIS FALLING

November 21, 2016
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