Journeys Down the River Booze

Journeys Down the River Booze

A Dog Of Panic

Ray Macula / December 30, 2003
Journeys Down the River Booze

Death in the Valley of the Ants

Journeys Down the River Booze

I Am Azrael, Bringer of Doom

A Dog Of Panic

By Ray Macula / December 30, 2003 / Comments Off on A Dog Of Panic

A Dog of Panic by Ray Macula Upon the day, a Dog of Panic Crossed my way. A bearer of Havoc he was, He did say. And with him first the Blight did come, To rot out the teeth of everyone. Second, came on quite the affliction, Which could not be treated with the strongest…

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Death in the Valley of the Ants

By Ray Macula / December 30, 2003 / Comments Off on Death in the Valley of the Ants

Death in the Valley of the Ants by Ray Macula There is a valley of rock and sand, Arid and dusty is this land. From towers of dirt do they emanate, For the Royal’s Command do they emigrate. Their name is ‘Legion’ for they are many, Of one mind from worker to sentry. In the…

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I Am Azrael, Bringer of Doom

By Ray Macula / December 30, 2003 / Comments Off on I Am Azrael, Bringer of Doom

I Am Azrael, Bringer of Doom by Ray Macula By the Holy Imam I am called, “Azrael.” A servant of humanity of the Highest Order, For the broken and worn down I finalize their slaughter. I am the friend of the new, For I keep the world vibrant and healthy for you. I have nothing…

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Comments On The Iraqi Conflict And Other Ramblings In A Time Of Sobriety

By Ray Macula / March 21, 2003 /

Firstly, I should like to thank all coalition forces that have gone off to ‘see the elephant’ as it were, for putting themselves in the line of fire, so that I could enjoy civilian life. Truly, dying thousands of miles away in a foreign land for countrymen who may not even appreciate it is to…

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JDRB 02/20/2003

By Ray Macula / February 20, 2003 /

This latest piece of correspondence is not being written on the shores of the Booze River, but to an allied outpost in the Arctic wasteland of Jersey City, NJ, although at this point, the residence of my own computer is more Arctic than my current foothold. Our latest journey into the vaulted halls of boozedom…

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