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| Texts of Postmodernism rising through flooring, airing its vinyl laundries. |
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| There are these places in between the notes that you ought to look for with Ohm tones and fierce lip control. |
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| Try not what your country can do for you, but do get an In-Sink-erator, please. |
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| Jedd amazed us all with a literarily scientific personal account of his explorations into the chemical mind. |
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| I think I might have met this guy somewhere and never could forget him. |
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| Well, if you didn't know about spinning records backwards and the perverse satanical messages that get revealed.... |
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| We're back for more adventures with our in-the-forest reporting from Jedd. |
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| Handball Story that Commander wrote in 3rd or 4th grade. Where did it go? |
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| Bible Study. Get inside your Torah and prey upon those who can't figure on trash compactors to help. |
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| Uh duh! Buzz Mosquitoes! |
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| A Halloween to remember in the imagination.... |
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| His name, Spencer. He awed and charmed us all with brilliance never before witnessed in such a youth. Here are a few of his thoughts. |
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| Just y'know, Foolin! Read the frickfrackin title! |
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| The truth about the music industry. We do hope it's mentioned!! |