I am in here.
Spent all my energy today at the gym and not in writing. The memories are coming faster and faster, but not necessarily in an order, or in a big enough chunk to set down. I am folding in on myself and working on the memories more. Meaning fewer odd bits for the blog.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a forest in Ohio. She was very lonely, and dreamed about sharks. Sometimes, she dreamed she was a shark. This was not so very strange, because once, when her father had taken her fishing, she had caught a very small shark. She … Continue reading Once upon a time, with a shark
Trace (I know not if he be real or otherwise) is a recurring character over on Rodger’s website. If you’d like to peruse some way-better-than-average writing, head on over there. 8763wonderland.com – Your Trace Tale For Friday: “Heart Like A Steel Cowboy”: Trace felt ensnared in the restaurant booth. Normally he would have had an … Continue reading Another story from the ol' Internet
Eject! Eject! Eject!: TRIBES: Sometimes, Bad Things Happen. Some things are beyond my control, beyond the control of the smartest and best people we have, even beyond the awesome, subtle and unlimited control of the simpering, sub-human village idiot from Texas.
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