Okay....

Watching the commentaries on Spaced got me to thinking about the kind of people I deal with.

Book one is focused on William, who, even if you know him, is one scary mo-fo with his hair-trigger temper, general disregard for law, and his propensity to use his fists, and the threat thereof, to make a point.

Book three will be focused on Audrey, ( Read more... )

I always feel the need to apologize for posting these, but I really enjoy taking them.
Sorry.


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My left hand pressed with the requisite pressure against the wound in my stomach, my right hand firmly held the handle of the blood covered eight-inch carving knife, I looked like I’d been a contestant at a wet t-shirt contest where they used blood instead of water and beer, and I was flat out terrified of what I’d find in Emily’s bedroom. But I’m ( Read more... )

It's a story nominally about me.

Just some fun lyrics from different songs by a new band.

Sort of an Irish jig meets battle anthem style:

Oh, we're coming to take your children
to take them far away.
we're coming to take your children
to make them fuckin' gay!

Or how about a more tender piece?

I'm looking for a girl for my girl
I'm looking for a girl to fuck my girl
I'm looking for a girl ( Read more... )

The Dr. Strange School Of Magic has closed. It is no more. What I'm referring to is the type of magic whereby the user calls upon a higher being, a god (small g) so to speak. This was actually the easiest type of magic to perform, but could only be accomplished if the god favored you. Typically people would try it and then be led to believe that it ( Read more... )