Poetry from A.B. Thomas which is self described as “normal”. So, you should be afraid.
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Poetry from A.B. Thomas
From the mind that brought you Dr. Phal McKawk…
A.B.Thomas- It’s all fun and games until some body gets dismembered.
A.B. Thomas- It had been a warm spring night four years ago, half drunk, stumbling home from a high school party, Leanne had opted to cut through the trail that ran along the river bank that paralleled the windy road. The spruce trees that lined either
Dr. Phal McCawk- Dr. Phal has some new connections and good thing too because it’s hard to get funding from these folks.
Dr.Phal McCawk- Dr. Phal recieves an unexpected gift from an ardent admirer. “Good morning may I help you?” “Gotta present for your boss…”
In which Jared Club finalizes his assignment and learns a bit about his own nature, which we assume he will forget as soon as he reaches the next bar.