The after-effects of alcohol consumption may explain my current revelations and maybe even your Greek song, but, Dave, I saw you breathing smoke at the bar at the Holiday Inn Saturday night. There are witnesses.
Notice, too, that our congregation of Rebel Angels assembled the day after 6/6/06.
Coincidence?
I think Sam's onto something big.
Oh, my God. I just remembered: At his reading, Sam read a poem in fhe very form and words of Dante's Inferno--a parodic version of the master's classic as unholy and profane as a witches' Sabbath. What next, Sam? A satirical version of Paradise Lost? The Passion of Christ sung to Gilbert and Sullivan?
The Great Beast 666 was the nasty surprise in the sandwich of the West Chester Poetry Conference.
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