Monday, November 30
When God Calls, It Will Be On An Iron
I think that the woman who found the face of Jesus on an iron has nothing on the face of Barney I found on my morning pbj sandwich.
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Welcome to my dominion of goodness! I have a penchant for irony and all things clever and strange, odd, or obscure. I write music reviews and cover features for a magazine and enjoy watching 80's B (or worse) horror movies and going to live, as opposed to dead, shows. This is the vault for all my aberrant rants (i.e. not being a hipster, hatred of clowns, e.t.c.), social observations, and unpublished music features, kind of like The Island of Misfit Toys for my mind. RAWK!
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