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D.B. Silly is an Advocate for Alternative Concepts and an Extreme New Wave Avant Garde Eurotrash-Like Writer who has written over 500 articles (in various stages of completion). He has published over 50 articles in five different publications including, but not limited to, Funny Times and The Nuthouse. His latest work is his Second Novel “Ask Dracula: A Dark Farce.” He is forever working on his First Novel “Nude Satan Worshiping Necrophilic Cannibalistic Dope Smoking Humans from a Parallel Universe Version of the Second Mars”. He once owned The Best Salami Eating Dog in the World who ran away to Join the Salamic State. D.B. Silly resides in the Semi Fictional Town of Sppa City, N.C. (the first “p” in Sppa is Silent)
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