an empty stage

This blog was formerly called hooey: full of blatherskite, bosh, claptrap, double-talk, flapdoodle, drivel, pishposh, rubbish, twaddle; gibberish, babble, Greek, jabber, jabberwocky, nonsense, skimble-skamble. now, it's more like an empty stage around here. feel free to wander around the wings. don't trip on any props.

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

"Somewhere in Brooklyn, Wesley Crusher falls silent forever."

14.8.02

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