O Ouachita thou wrinkled land
Of woods and streams and rock
I love to take a stick in hand
And climbing you go walk.
Burma Shave
Friday, May 8, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
No More Gote Grun
I had that one scary dream about the Gote Grun - the lava-based man who chases and eats people. What a mouth that guy had on him. But since that night I have not again dreamed of the Gote Grun. Why would I fear being eaten by a lava man for only one night? It seems like the kind of thing you'd be scared of for a long time once you latched onto the possibility that it might happen.
Maybe it was symbolic of something else. What does a man made out of molten lava symbolize? Birchbark canoes? Ballet? Bolshevism? Has to be something with a B, but what it could be, I just don't know.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Squawkbox L. Telephone
That's my real name. Really. Look it up.
Nah. I just wanted to remember it so I put it here.
Vanda.
Nah. I just wanted to remember it so I put it here.
Vanda.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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