Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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The Charge of the Generic Modern Pagan Deity

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I am Blah.

I am the blah that blahs the blah.

All blahs blah me, for I am the blah of all blah-blahs.

Indeed, I blah, blah, and blah-dy-blah, and I will blah you until the blah of your blahs.

I am the blah-most of all blahs, for behold:

my blah is the blah-blah of the blah, and my blah is blah forever.

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie Sunday, 07 July 2019

    Mr. Posch,

    Splendid!

    It reminds me of the episode of "Robot Chicken", where an entire episode of "Law & Order" is re-enacted over the span of several minutes with only chickens.

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