Jig Noir Melt Productions

inhuming in humour since 1998

STUFF GOES HERE

("What kind of stuff do you mean?" you ask.
Well, lots of it. A plethora of stuff. Ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds, black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber, hummingbirds' tongues, angels' feathers, and unicorns' horns, giants, midgets, and mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadours, minstrels, and dancing women, a pound of butter, two dozen eggs, and a sack of sugar, divining rods, magic wands, and crystal spheres in which to behold the future, horns from elfland, sand from the sandman, and gold from the rainbow. Also a spool of thread, a paper of needles, and a lump of beeswax, bloom-down-cheek’d peaches, swart-headed mulberries, wild free-born cranberries, crabapples, dewberries, snozzberries, pineapples, blackberries, apricots, strawberries, pomegranates full and fine, dates and sharp bullaces, rare pears and greengages, damsons and bilberries, currants and gooseberries, bright-fire-like barberries, a slaughtered manticore for a unicorn's love, and three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky.

give or take a little)