Oh, Irony.
Sunday, 20. July 2008, 02:47:31
It's soft high summer here; farmers are cutting and baling hay, the sky is heartbreaking blue, and everything smells of sweetness and life.
Sigh.
Our minds are porous and forgetfulness seeps in--J.L. Borges
Sunday, 20. July 2008, 02:47:31
Dark angels follow me...Movies movies movies...![]()
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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.