The Stock Cannon on Zen Mountain

Well I seen a horse fly I seen a dragon fly I seen a house fly I seen a peanut stand And heard a rubber band I seen a needle that winked its eye But I've been, done, seen about everything When I seen chicken stock fly Restocking freezers and pantries for the year Other... Continue Reading →


Let the Rain come Down

After far too long without rain on Zen, the land slowly moving in the winds , our Arsonist setting fires along one of our main roads any time the smoke clears and plants withering in the breeze.. The rains finally came in . I just happen to run into Brent Cobb's Let the Rain come... Continue Reading →

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