Joseph Z Provo's Perpetually Transmogrifying Crap

Get a life, not a lifestyle.


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Little-known Crimson Fact Number Eight:
He played brass in F (French Horn, Flugel Horn, et al) in concert band and marching band for well over 6 years.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out info I've found interesting in various RSS feeds.

Want more spew? Ready to help decide next TV season? Sit down and review the crimefighter plotlines.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, a precocious student spied a wise master by the temple.
The student humbly said,  "How can I make full beauty?"
Said the master: "When the horse is over the sunrise, then there shall be knowledge."
Then, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe