He endangers no one and no thing other than his already tenuous grasp on sanity. He, with little glee but aloft on the winds of a sense of otherworldly duty, must saunter forth and let his words spill from his lips like drool when he sleeps. It restores what slim semblance of order he can find in this wicked ol' world.

  • March 19, 2009
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