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:
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