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this time for sure

Half Cocks: I Was a Teenage Werewolf

MEMBERS AND GUESTS - you qualify

as neither, interloper as always; lupine

more than vulpine, by your trademark

lopsided slink towards what surely now

are scant pickings, pre-masticated

and spat-out morsels. Lycanthropy

far less appealing even than it

sounds to pricked-up ears:

feral self-pity, metamorphized and -ing,