There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and...
Lies, Lies, LIES!
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
Who Could Forget?
At this time of year we need to stop and think about all the truly wonderful things we have to be...
Drama No. 23
The rain was drizzling down on the corner across from the Clover Diner. An...