Look.. I thought of you….. and thinking of you brought me to this: Love, Eng
My new boots arrived today in time for TES Fest – Size 14 Extra Wide. Not a chance in hell I’ll ever get it over my club foot. Fucko. I’m going to TES Fest in my Frankenboots. I’ll feel half dressed. And then I am going to have to find someone who will make a pair of harness boots for …
The Forked Tongue goes to press. In many ways, I think the acknowledgements deserve more exposure than the work itself does- so I am going to reproduce those thank- you’s here: A lot of people contributed to this effort, and there is no way to scale their efforts and importance- without any of them, this bookmight never have occurred. To …
This Living Hand This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calmed – …
My potential donor was refused. Again. I’m tired.
I just did the last review of the Galleys of TFT, tatsumi_girl did an incredible job giving it life. I should have a proof copy in my hand by the end of the week. I will have to resist the impulse to shred it, roll naked in the scraps, and flog the bishop like a chimp in front of a …
I love thunderstorms. I want a window rattling, dog panicking, ear pounding, baby scaring, hide-in-the-fucking-basement thunder and lightning blitzkrieg, raining so fucking hard it hurts. Bring it on, dammit. “The trouble isn’t that there are too many fools, but that the lightning isn’t distributed right.”– Mark Twain
Sometimes, It’s All You Have To Say
“You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf, who should be coming directly.” “You sendin’ the Wolf?” “Oh, you feel better, motherfucker?” “Shit, yeah, negro. That’s all you had to say.“ Thanks, droog.
you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone… but sometimes, you get it back. If you are lucky. During my time in rehab, one of the things i missed most was the simple, lovely luxury of showering. I lived on the schedule and ebb and flow of the nursing staff, and often a week would go by before I …
Both my AC have died. This could be very, very bad. Fucko.
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