The Quiggly Boy is a melancholy tale of a man-boy, his frailness, and...his
awsome mutton chops. At the time I wrote this mini, I was heavily into the music of Esquival* while fighting some super cosmic stomach flu.
Through tears of my clown-possessed mind, I was somehow able to translate to paper the pure feelings I was experiencing:
an exciting mix of my own fantastic fatigue and the more exotic moods from the rich landscape of Esquival. This
is something I believe no one has ever successfully done until now. Send $1.25 ppd to:
T. wEieR
P.O. Box 2412
Merrifield, VA 22116
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