Compound Exorcises.

a variety of literary purges in trial size portions



Apocalyptic Optimists

Don't you just hate it when you can't successfully trace the genealogy of a particular quote, one that's been bangin' around inside your head?



There's something to be said for mystery-bands, groups so obscure that they share a profile on with three other ensembles with the same name, (I'm looking at you, Rogues) or others that release a bang-up EP or debut, then immediately announce a hiatus, and six years later they're all but vanished.

For a Few Kronor More

It's been more than two weeks since the US election by now, and I'm going to acknowledge this event best by not acknowledging it much at all. Apart from the occasional nightmarish dream like the one I had this morning, where my egomaniacal father had somehow merged with the meglomaniacal president elect and the two were one person, I'm doing just "fine."

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