It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
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By the facial expression of the tarsier, Little Terence didn't taste so good. Maybe a little John Boy and Billy grillin sauce would have helped!
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