The Vindicated Wereowl Parade

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.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Ozarkland.

OK, get this: I am blogging from a two story barn in Missouri (about 75 miles outside St. Louis) called "Ozarkland." Filled it is with the tackiest, most vile souvenirs I have ever, ever seen, and I have been to Florida. I will include a picture of my unnecessary purchase.

God, I hate this damn state.

Later,

Dom

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Ozarkland... One of these things just doesn't belong, one of these things is just plain wrong, it's not tacky and vile, that's right it's Dom.; 5:12 PM
Anonymous said...: One day maybe I, too, can save up and go to Ozarkland. Although: tackier than the shit at Florida gas stations? I can't wait to see this. If it isn't a plastic 8-inch Ganesh wearing overalls and playing a banjo made out of a cheese hoop I'm going to be really disappointed...

k; 8:52 PM