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The Endless Death Of Maple White
The Point Of A Pin
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Reports from the Goblin Universe (or, Shadows on the Analemma)
About Me
- Mark
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- Q: How many bloggers does it take to change a light bulb? A: Who has time to change light bulbs, we’re busy saving the world here!
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August
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- When The Planet Convulses And Glowing Lava Flows
- Questions From The Gulf: Is That A Whale?
- There’s Not Even A Blue Sky Any More
- A Bird Who Could Fly To Neptune
- In The Mind Of Everyone Seeing Paris
- No Doubts About The Party
- The Opposite Of Washing Machine
- Where The Tree Goes Into The Ground
- Lame Thursday (Another [!] Sick Day)
- Prehistoric Sharks In The Atlantic?
- Looking At A Street Light In The Jungle
- Dinosaurs Are Searching For A Path To Disney
- Quasi Una Red Guitar Fantasia
- True, Ugly, Ravished, Lost
- More Than Color
- The Hopeless Chaos Of An Actual Field
- We’re Going To Need A Bigger Boat
- A Typewriter Preserved From Roman Times
- Sitting Here Cruising Thousands Of Feet Down
- Cockroaches From Space Redux
- Thinking About Watercolors, Drawings And Photos
- I’m Thinking Of A Room With A Calculator
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