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TALES FROM THE DEADLANDS

TALES FROM THE DEADLANDS. Indianapolis, Indiana, United States. Wamingo Publishing distributes quality stories from all genres. We also support independent artists and writers. View my complete profile. Blog is a dumb name. A troupe called weirdsville. What, me worry? Same shirt, different day. In the blackness I laugh.

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In the Blackness I Laugh

Saturday, November 26, 2005. The Gold one is about Zeus in Greek Mythology. The second one is a love poem about what it is to hold the love of your life. Tell me what you think they are about! Blayac lightly illustrated this page. I think it was due to the full page picture that preceded this page. The King and the Lady.

What, me worry?

What, me worry? Sunday, June 20, 2010. There has been so much loss lately. Not necessarily people wise I just feel a sense of loss. I always take a portion of this day and go to the cemetary to visit. It is not our .

HISTORY OF WEIRDSVILLE PRODUCTIONS, BOOK ONE Sunshine in Winter Park 1993 -- 1996

To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. THE JEREMY LEE RILEY STORY. None of us owned a car the entire time we lived in. Anyway, as you may or may not know, to get a job at a lowly grocery store in. I took a seat, assuming that my wait would be l.

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