The Toad One night in the spring of 1887, a strange happening shocked the inhabitants of Crockcaster County, England. An entire village was completely destroyed by crushing, apparently by some as yet unidentifiable species of giant toad. Professor Hepple Prinkle has recently made available diary accounts as taken down by himself, contemporaneously with the events.
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Untitled Limerick A message arrives via media, Inducing immediate tedia. Don’t take it as such, For who knows how much Subliminal media fedia? Poetry Deadline You’ve a deadline to meet but your mind is replete with all manner of secular notions, And your editor swears that there’s no one who dares to reject all his
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In Hell it is always the holidays. The cheer-drone of Christmas music Jing jing jingles through the overstocked Dust pungent grocery aisles. The bagel store is always out of whole wheat, The lunch specials always ended an hour ago, And rain sounds like an Alabama radio show. And there is coffee dripping down the side
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Ridiculously unimpressed Yawning with his eyes as I Adorn the night with slurred syllables and my Noxious black smoke that he says smells like Christmas trees burning.
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