The Story of Glen

I used to be a tree, a story telling tree. During my woodland life I heard many tales from surrounding kingdoms. Master story tellers would come from far lands to share the narratives of the great deeds of their heroes. Dwarves, elves, tieflings. Even giants and centaurs, when they were peaceful. Once a dragon told me his tale the day before he died, because he knew his time had come and he desired to be remembered. I wasn’t the most famous of the story telling trees, but I was well known in my region.

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Being A Parody Of The Antichrist, In Truncated Response To Joanna DiSpirito’s Article On The Superiority Of Moe’s, Written During A Lecture On The Lambda Calculus

The most common sort of lie is that by which a man deceives himself: the deception of others is a relatively rare offense. Even the man who makes the most modest pretensions to integrity must know that a Moe’s supporter not only errs when he speaks, he actually lies—and that he no longer escapes blame for his lie through “innocence” or “ignorance.” Moe’s knows, as every one knows, that there is no longer any competition between them and Chipotle. But the majority of men prefer delusion to truth. It soothes. It is easy to grasp. Continue reading “Being A Parody Of The Antichrist, In Truncated Response To Joanna DiSpirito’s Article On The Superiority Of Moe’s, Written During A Lecture On The Lambda Calculus”