A long time ago, I began a web page with one dream in mind. Then I got a few concussions and ooops, what was I doing?

Well, the dream is reborn with a new love child called Concussive Intellect. It is the rebirth of those days of old when gas was under a dollar a gallon and candy wasn't so hard to steal. But those days have gone, and what we have now is my collage of sanity and your perception of how I am lacking that very quality.

This is my futile attempt to be creative. I hope to hit a .050 with this, that would be success enough for me

I'll be damned

Eden

Cherry

The Price of the Roan

Personal Divinity

The Grave Tender


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