Staturday: And Then There Were Three ...
Blez seems to find himself scraping the bottom of the barrel, but here I am, front and center. I have neither song to sing nor any stories of alien invaders, bent on imposing rationality on the...
Blez seems to find himself scraping the bottom of the barrel, but here I am, front and center. I have neither song to sing nor any stories of alien invaders, bent on imposing rationality on the...
Inspired by monkeyball's 'Slouching Toward Fremont,' here is another pointless pastiche of William Butler Yeats. There original can be found here. (Please note the irony of the threat of...