Dark angels follow me...
Saturday, 19. July 2008, 02:38:37
I shall cut my hair and run off to sea.
Our minds are porous and forgetfulness seeps in--J.L. Borges
Saturday, 19. July 2008, 02:38:37
More Tom Waits--Who Are You?Oh, Irony.![]()
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Editrix of Interweave Knits and gourmet.
Spyful doings around the 'Ham
Constable Fell gets in over his head with a swampful of misshapen miscreants.
Mac goes werewolf hunting.
Werewolf? THERE wolf...
Mac doesn't get the girl. The right one, anyway.
You have questions? Mac doesn't have answers.
Bad move, Mac.
What you get when you don't pay attention.
Never a good thing to find yourself tied up in a room with a drain in the floor. Trust me.
Vampires. Oh yes, you heard me.
Allies in unexpected corners; and, vampires aren't starfish.