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By: John Silva The following essay comes to you via Silva’s vault of wisdom that he has acquired from others. […]
By: John Silva The following essay comes to you via Silva’s vault of wisdom that he has acquired from others. […]
By: John Silva December, 2024 When life and sometimes the things around us get messy and/or untidy, those
By: John Silva – September 2024 HENRI TRIED TO SCREAM! I… I… I… WAS ALL HE COULD GET OUT! HE
By: John Silva – July 2024 They say all good things must come to an end. And, like it or
Our Greeters By: John Silva – July 2024 I’m Happiness And, I’m Knuckles When you come to visit us, you
By: John Silva – April, 2024 Some people call me God, other people call me Yahweh, Allah, Vishnu, Buddha, and
As told to Johnny Boy by Charlotte Tuggle – April 2024 Donna was determined to join her sisters who were
By: John Silva – January 2024 Her persona was somewhere between unusual and just plain weird. Sometimes, she was like
By: John Silva – July 2023 He slowly snaps his fingers setting the beat, and he sings it smooth and
(eleventh Revision) John Silva – February 2023 The Lincoln Park Delinquents, as the O’Malley kids were called, were really just