Whoever you are, wherever you are… please help us. We want to save a small piece of Americana from being torn down and turned into a parking lot. Sign the petition to save our Pure Oil Station. Photos of the station are available on The Endless Chain Pig Club. The Petition link is here.
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Margaret is composing herself. She begins practicing the Paris Nocturne for the umpteenth time. Cook enters the music room carrying a stilletofone wrapped in black satin. “Your instrument is here. It came via courier with the particle board order Mr. Spencer made yesterday. Shall I place it on the stand?”
“Oh yes, yes, please set it [...]
The Land of Counterpane
When I was sick and lay a-bed,I had two pillows at my head,And all my toys beside me lay,To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or soI watched my leaden soldiers go,With different uniforms and drills,Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleetsAll up [...]
Pod people and waders… a lethal combination.
DON’T LET THE CITY OF WASHINGTON, NORTH CAROLINA ALLOW THIS BUILDING TO BE DEMOLISHED!
GO TO THE ENDLESS CHAIN PIG CLUB FOR DETAILS.
Help to save our Pure Oil Station by contacting the people and organizations listed on the website.
thank you.
“Don’t patronize me,” Spencer says to Allistair. “I’m returning your earlier call. Responding to your message, you crooked old tree. I’m not the think you fool I am… I mean… fool me twice I’m… oh! Confound it! Now you have me more befuzzled than George Bush at a math convention. Ten percent is a simple [...]
Spencer finds darling Margaret quivering in the corner of the library. He stoops down and gently lifts her by the toes to an upright position.
“Whatever has brought on this delusional quagmire, my dearest?” he quizzes her. “What catastrophe has befell this household on this bright September morn? Are you ill?”
Margaret, now standing near the French [...]
