 They call me SocketBoy, Yet I am always Matte. A silent E A wounded knee And a website made of grass. I don't feel very splishy splashy today, so, here's a scant index page.
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| The Burroughs Proceedings | a cut and paste adventure |
| The Death of a Moth | a short tragedy |
| Waking Up To Find You're Still Dreaming | streams of insanity |
| Bloom | a fragile short story |
| Words Never Spoken | immature poetry |
| American Freak Show | reality in miniature |
| Fuzzy Images: Graduation | photo album |
| Books I've Read | an experiment in meglomania |
| The Postmodern Archaeology Report | home to SPAM |
| Alphabet Stew | word rants |
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The Words and Pages are By SocketBoy The Image is by Sharon | |