Grock



Grock is a knuckle-dragger who usually gets his way.

At the doctors office he always eats the stethoscopes; and the tongue depressors.

He loves calibrated sphygmomanometers for dessert.

He won’t eat thermometers though. They give him really stinky farts.


 

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Then Whose?


“Good morning Miss Lilly,” he proffered a card.

“Abner Cluck, Acme Insurance.”

“Do you have adequate protection for your business?”

“The girls are responsible for their own, you say?”

“Sorry, I thought this was your house,
you were the madam in charge.”


I’m All In


If you can do this, I can promise these,

A skill,
A trade.
Passion for what you do.
The respect and admiration of your peers.
True love,
Family you can cleave to.
Good health,
A long, full life.

Nothing more, nothing less.


Truth


With cover design to lure the unsuspecting scholar
The Stone is but an opuscule, penned by Margolies.
Inside, printed with a serifed typeface on rag paper, is truth.
Truth to set you free, to make you run.
Perhaps, to get you killed.