Each anniversary, The Kraken would light

Each anniversary, The Kraken would light a candle for Father Merin at St. Mary's By The Sea. It was Merin who had alerted The Kraken to the Invisible Ocean and its predators. But E

numerated Bothers would tip the candle over when The Kraken looked away, blaming it on terminally ill winds. He hated the flame so. And solace would never be his, for

she was promised to another. Just as he had been promised to Discord, aka Eris. The Kraken & Eris sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, 1st comes SCEECH. Funny, the record always ends

just before the word "love," as if someone, perhaps the goddess of chaos herself, was preventing its utterance out of spite. Or maybe

the goddess of chaos was herself in love with the lord of order. I began to see the world more clearly knowing this story, the capricious grandeur of it. Those two were in cahoots!

senior citizens with eyesight so bad that they couldn't tell a date from a prune. The two teen girls escaped from the old folks home by disguising themselves as dietitians and

telling its elderly residents that for the sake of their health all salt, sugar, grains, dairy & meat would be cut out of their diet. The old folks threw the 2 girls out, instead.

They were not politically correct, but they knew their days were numbered and they didn't care. They were not your typical useful idiots. The two girls found a flat at 2713 H St.

They mopped the floor with fabric softener, cooked dinner in the dishwasher & were geniuses in their own rights professionally. A cult was created in their honor based upon quirks.