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Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Pieces fall into place, then you die


A sage historian looks back and discerns two epoch-defining events. (NB Careful, the link he uses is NSFW.)

1 comment:

blogstrop said...

I think it's called a furbelow, but I could be mistaken.