No one ever looked back from the deathbed and said,
'I wish I'd spent more time at the office.'
~ Bruce Davis

You can read

 

 

these but you can't escape

 

 

 

the fact that you have to sleep and

 

 

 

 
eat once in a while and no matter what you are going to die

Prose, truth, and a little about love 2381
What is the job of the author? Accuracy or imagination, is reality truth?

In Memory of Hunter S. Thompson 2320
"Hey, maybe, umm, I can get you something. What do you want?" I figured he was offering to make a drink...

Purgatory Pete's Pancakes and Spirits 4305
This is a story of Sal the private eye who finds quite a bit more than he is looking for.

Birks Works 7081
Birk is a young man with a different perspective on reality. Our world to him is but a shell for the real universe.

The Worms of the Mind 11481
How the subconscious communicates with the conscious.

The Hiking of the Heliotrope 2792
An experiment in iambic pentameter.

Faery Tale 4312
A twisted tale of... um, well, you will have to make your own choice with this one.

Road Trip, 1994, South Korea 5253
An essay about three days on the road in South Korea with two musicians and an 18 year old kid named Scott. And yes, there really were UFO's on the horizon that night on the east coast.

Vikings 4743
Short Pythonesque sketch about some vikings going to battle.

Madness 4124
What can I say except, "Beware the happy plunger dance!" Be very beware...

Frum 2776
A short poem about something I'm not going to mention here. Frum, the follicles of nostrilness.

Music and how to escape the Universe 1015
Such philosophy, such interesting word usements, but what does it mean? Really?

 

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Any use of them outside of this web page must be approved by Scot Ranney.

If you look for something hard enough, you will find it. That's the easy part. The difficulty lies in what comes next?

 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened it's life with a railroad share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

From Lewis Carrol's, The Hunting of the Snark

patron: "Hey, let's have some JAZZ music!"
sax: "What kind of fish does he want?"
drums: "Give him some tea. He wants tea."
bass: "How about we phase him and THEN take the oreos?"
piano: "I heard about that tea."
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