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Saturday, January 29, 2011

"My God is rock 'n' roll."

Lou Reed,

Britches wearing man.

A real guy.

Posted by A. Tad Strange at 9:57 AM

A. Tad Strange: A. Tad Strange is the Norm D. Plume of Jacques Outré, a native of Tahiti. The great-great-great grandson of Queen Pomare IV and French Admiral Dupetit Thouars, he is at One (Taini-kai) with the angle of the galactic plane and was purified at Taputapu-atea Mara-e on Raiatea. As a child, he lived under the stars and under their protection. He wore no shoes until age 17 when he underwent the traditional tattoo lacing ceremony. After several years as a Air Tahiti Nui steward, he emigrated to America. He now spends his summers in Isle Royale National Park in Lake Superior where he is a warmly-dressed United States Moose Warden. In the autumn and winter, Outré follows the geese and the constellation Virgo down the Mississippi in a pinebark canoe, often traveling with John McPhee, an expert on oranges. Thence eastward he rambles to the Okefenokee where he teaches Literary Poetics at the Mamzelle Hepzibah School for Girls. He likes the Atchafalaya Basin as well, but has not been there recently, due to an inclement polar alignment of Turtle-boy and Hotua matua. The fields and forests, the valleys and the mountains, the oceans' depths—all call Strange to rejoice. He wears pants.

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