To be sure everyone is pointed roughly in an amenable direction, every right comes with a corollary responsibility.
At the moment, I’m assembling the larger parts of the world.
Some people spend months creating their world and detailing how it works. Others make shit up on the fly and pretend it had always been like that.
In the beginning, for Ee, there was the boot. It crashed down through the ceiling of sticks and leaves that kept most of the rain off of her, and nearly smashed her hand. So she bit the leg that was in it with all the strength she could muster.
Not a dollar short, though, because I get paid today. The reason why I didn’t write this is simple and complicated at the same time: Shitty Internet. When the internet is shitty, I disperse into other activities whilst I wait for That One Gorram Page To Load. In this case, it was attempting to post…… Continue reading A Day Late…
Q: How many writers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Don’t change a f*cking thing!
History left its mark on place names. Victoria. Van Demons Land, then Tasmania. Queensland. New South Wales.