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Southern Gothic Children's Book: A Rural Gloom Graphic Novel

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Damon Thomas

Damon Thomas, born in 1970, is a talented songwriter with a diverse range of musical styles. His works are deeply loved by a wide audience. more

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“I remember one time as a young child playing with friends. Fantasizing, we each sketched our ideal “dream home.” Everyone else drew intricate mansions, complete with elaborate swimming pools and multi-car garages. I sketched the floor plan of a small square house, with four identically-sized square rooms: a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen/dining room, and a bathroom/laundry room. A place to sleep, a place to be, a place to eat, and a place to.. uh.. excrete. It was everything I needed. Nothing more, nothing less. They thought I was weird. I thought their mansions were full of lots of bullshit.”

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