The grand warrior Agamemnon stands atop an ancient ruin. Sand swirls in the wind around him. In his right hand, he carries a broadsword; in his left, a broad shield. Out into the dunes, he screams, “Gibbongod! My arch-nemesis, where are you!?” His voice carries across the desert. No one else is around, until, someone else is around.
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I am writing to inform you of strange goings-on in the area around my apartment as of late. None of these happenings on their own would have been cause for concern, but the confluence of their occurrences has been quite concerning.
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If you choose to live the life of a scholar, the first thing you should be thinking about is ensuring your ability to continue pondering long into old age. Being a scholar pays, but it does not pay much, so not only do your meals have to be full of essential materials, but they have to be available cheaply.
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On a day seven years ago, I awoke to find a note on my bedside table. It was written in my own hurried hand, and contained just four words: “Little Red Love Bus.”
I knew it not then, but this note would live in my memory forever. Continue reading “Little Red Love Bus (Balckwell Manifesto #2)”
I have achieved my American Dream. I am at the top of a ladder that I built myself. This ladder has three rungs. The ladder only has three rungs because I only ever wanted to be at ground level. I built the ladder in a basement.
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