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.
Monday, November 29, 2004
This is my five-inch-tall polyresin statue of Saint Anthony of Padua. Just in case you doubted a FORMER ALTAR BOY about his identity, here is also a nice prayer card that has his image embossed upon it. Don't eff with my knowledge of saints, y'hear?
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I love it!! Now, you have to go to the Vatican, before John Paul dies, for official blessing of you and your Saint Anthony de Padua.
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I love it!!
Now, you have to go to the Vatican, before John Paul dies, for official blessing of you and your Saint Anthony de Padua.
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