And a classic from Bill Watterson:
Bless the wings, don't let me drown (more poetic bait-and-switch)
Last month, as documented in " Chil the Kite and the Day of Doom ," I searched for a brief poem from Rudyard Kipling's The Jun...
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Following up on the idea that the pecked are no longer alone in their bodies , reader Ben Pratt has brought to my attention these remarks by... -
Disclaimer: My terms are borrowed (by way of Terry Boardman and Bruce Charlton) from Rudolf Steiner, but I cannot claim to be using them in ... -
I dreamt that a very large man walked into the lobby of my school. He was maybe six foot six and looked like he weighed well over 400 pounds...
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