Friday, January 28


Boy, she talked.

She talked the sun from behind the horizon and sent it scurrying back again. She talked flies into birds, birds into humans, and humans into dust. She gushed a stream of unconscientiousness that swept everything before it. She was a weapon of mass distraction.

things from another time...

April 2004  
May 2004  
June 2004  
July 2004  
August 2004  
September 2004  
November 2004  
December 2004  
January 2005  
February 2005  
March 2005  
April 2005  
May 2005  

 

other stuff by me

Unfinished Story Number One
Unfinished Story Number Two

 

other, superior people

Magnetic Kid Liv
The Man Who Fell Asleep
Petrof
Ass Wide Open

 

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