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   So. There was a time, not so terribly long ago (though not so recent as you'd know) that Muldoon was walking about the heaths of Eire. On his way, he noticed a church and, being a good Christian, stopped to pay homage. On approaching, he noticed a clamour near the vestibule, that of a woman talking in a shrill voice to the priest. "They've taken him, and what's left isn't mine, I say!" she screeched on, until Muldoon finally decided to ask what was the matter.There had been, it would seem, a baby born to this woman and her husband, and a fine baby it was; yet the day before its christening, there was a terrible storm. The lightning had rol

I.               Dr. Eli Moran straightened his desk, preparing for his next consultation. Shuffling papers, he reflected on the state of his practice. It had been busy lately, far more than he was used to; doubtless it was the new procedure, newly approved by the AMA, FDA, and all the other acronyms necessary to the advance of science. Moran quickly reorganized the small bookshelf kept in his office primarily for aesthetics and the ease of his potential patients. Gray's Anatomy placed next to a copy of the Emerald Tablets of Hermes Trismegistus. With the recent blending of the occult and medicine, and the proven results of such a union, me

Falling by the Wayside I am a lonely traveler, With a few companions, From time to time, But where I journey, Many cannot follow, Where these melancholy, Solitary boots dare tread, So it is without pleasure, That many companions, Held ever so dear to me, Are left somewhere behind, By this long, slow tread, Thus do they fall by the wayside. P  2 12-30-03 11:44AM "Dedicated to all the friends I've been forced to leave behind and the ones who will share the same fate..."