Why are they called recorders when they can only play?
Showing posts with label instruments of destruction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label instruments of destruction. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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- A raging Bruxist, I grew up on an ostrich farm until I was mistaken for a woman one time too many. Leaving my angsty post-teen life as one of three only children, I flew to Stockholm where I unexpectedly won the Man Booker Prize for lengthy blogging about being short. I'm perplexed to report that I like painting tiny Romans.
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