Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Metaphor.

Kaylee / Inara.

Telegraph Ave.

Walter Rodney.

Wasteland.

Abyss.

Somnolescence.

Oh, hey, how’s it going. I should maybe come to accept the fact that lately (the last couple of years) (whole geological epochs in internet time) this joint seems to get terribly sleepy in the summertime? So. —How you been? You still livin’ out by the airport?

Anyway, if you haven’t already seen it linked somewhere else, there’s an interview with me over at Cheap Ass Fiction (mostly about this) (No. 15 of which launches tomorrow) (oh, and I should probably mention the book? There’s a book). —And I was going somewhere with the whole urban fantasy thing, wasn’t I? Hmm. Hmm.

—Filed 5203 days ago to Indulgences.

  Textile help

Christopher Pelkey.

Trump action tracker.

MC5.

Barf bag.

Xipe Totec.

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