Bored with blogs of happy shiny people?
Or even tired of blogs of wryly thoughtful self-deprecating people? Welcome to the blog where misery reigns without mitigation.
Open the door to the woodshed,
there could be something nasty within....
Amos say he see all the bees cold and dead on the outside of the hives. The old owls hooting in the coal dark woods all around and the melting drips drips drips.
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