Author: DeViney, Jack
Six Degrees of Knowin’ Nothin’: [Untitled]
Does this era need introduction? Or, rather, may a suitable introduction be written? I report, you deride.
1: In any rational era, the sudden appearance
Fabriqué en Babylon: Meanwhile "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
With the majority of public discourse non-existent and what discussion does occur usually ending
Six Degrees of Knowin’ Nothin’: How The Donald Gets Re-Elected (BIGLY) How 6 = 270 = 4
Forget what I want. What I want is irrelevant. What is at hand is what matters: it’s a debut, six points of varying degrees of severity that may or may
Fabriqué en Babylon: Mueller’s Brass Tacks Vol. 2
Beyond the distinct possibility being the more innocuous explanation previously stated by the Special Counsel himself, the assertion that McGhan is beyond reproach, that he had “no motive to lie or
Fabriqué en Babylon: Mueller’s Brass Tacks Vol. 1
Quite a few million taxpayer dollars, countless hurt feelings and one slightly disgruntled POTUS later, I had my chance at last to consume the report of The Special Counsel, one Robert S. Mueller III.
The secrets to Fashion for Music
She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.
Leave for the far world of grammar
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.
Black History Month: Being About It
Talking about what might’ve been and thinking about what used to be only goes so far. Certainly not one opposed to reminiscing, I was wracked with grief over the comments
The Living and The Dead: Dystopia as Pastime [or: “The Road to Megiddo”]
If you’re awake and at all oriented to the world at large, you needn’t go far from the comforts of your mobile phone, laptop or television-hub to see that post-apocalyptic