City of (Italian) Angels

Ya know what, Moroni? Here's yer

planet, ya tinker's fart.

Danse Macabre

In stark comparison, physical mechanical and natural ephemeral toyed tusks, and neither emerged the winner. Would that this place served soft.

Eternal vigilance and Spaghetti pestilence: the essence of Boonville

Finnegan, Begun Again

There is sweeping and much airing out of dusty mental rooms that must happen here. While I stoop to open the lower latch of my minds Dutch Door and struggle against its hinge, sticky with

disuse, let me show you where Ive been.

But this will be a slow struggle, and one that requires adequate lubrication. So humor me, while I fetch oil for both door and mind.
Leaving one whole while contemplating several others inevitably makes



for a temporary descent into mixed minds and horizontal humors. To drive while watching the world through a camera is barely adequate protection; you must maintain mental elasticity.

Mt. Shasta, tho, provided
relative size and gravity, and by Oakland I had picked up a passenger of some jollity and regular foll-de-roll.