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2006-02-16 Laburnum is a black hole tar pit trap from which you will never escape Some facts about Laburnum: Laburnum is what we call the house we live in. It’s the name of the street that runs near the beach where you can find us. It only exists for only one block. And then it disappears without a trace. Scientists have no idea why. Actually, Laburnum is pretty much only a state of mind. It doesn’t even really exist. ![]() In German, the Laburnum tree is known as goldregen, which translates roughly to golden shower. This is apt.
We have two cats here. One is Seamus, the other Monty. We recently renamed them, just for the hell of it, and so now Seamus is Ricky Fitz, and Monty, Jackie Chan. Just remember: Ricky Fitz hates you. He hates you bad. At any given moment, Laburnum is the best and worst place on earth. If you talk to three people on the street, two of them will have partied here, and the other used to live here. Hey, it’s just math. According to the theory of relativity, you can walk backward through our front door, but no matter what, your dignity is long gone.
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