Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) issue #517
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Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) issue #517
Wearing your dress to the party.
Giant Squid: Ask the Giant Squid: The True Meaning of Xmas by the Giant Squid
The lab this time of year is especially redolent with Xmas cheer. The days grow shorter and shorter until one fears that light shall never come again, that we will be relegated to a darkness unceasing, forever gripped in the toska of Seasonal Affective Disorder, hunkered low in our Xmas sweaters, drinking the bourbon-ed Xmas nogs, supping on the Xmas roasts of our Xmas dead. But in the face of this crushing gloom, this Sauron-like weight that hangs upon us, in the face of this we feel Cheer and Hope in what is doubtless a sociological miracle. . . .
Fiction: Toms River by Joseph Modugno
Poetry: Lighting In August by Luminator Thelms
Hard bright sharp sharp
Stroke.
Before you can think
Concussion hits . . .
Rant: Susie's Letter from Santa by Mark Twain
