The road was life. We were young and bored and disillusioned with everything, so we’d get a car from somewhere and pile in-me and Kerouac and Ginsberg and others-and just go. It may sound tame by today’s standards, but back then, young people didn’t know much about rebellion. For example, we were the first young
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We have all been told through out our lives that doing volunteer work is extremely rewarding. I know that most people volunteer for small non-profit organizations, with hospitals, with the elderly, or perhaps doing things for the environment and if I wasn’t already working many, many hours a month doing my other volunteer work then
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They were standing on the lawn and the driveway. He thought he saw some sneaking around the side of the house. They were chanting something. He hesitated to ask his wife what it was. It sounded like “Kill, kill, kill the book.” And were those staves they were waving? They looked like staves. Where the
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Welcome back. The February 2009 issue of Defenestration has arrived! February is that sad time of the year when all the snowmen we hired back in December go back to their temp agency. Many of them lost weight in the past couple of months. Some of them left a little yellower than the day they
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I am startled by a blaring honk And I see- a middle finger spring up before me. It made me want to act on nothing. It was the most boring middle finger I have ever seen; lacking in all passion and artistry. (a Monster truck on valium.) No more incredible than a blade of grass
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