peoples bore me

but new publications do not. I get a little high every time I get a piece accepted.

I'm reeling now. I'm swaddled in Special K cotton puffs.

Chapter from Little pink babies here: http://www.bloodlotus.org/

Tell me what you think. Or not. I may still be reeling. I may be incandescent. I may be raving in  Bo Jackson's old four car garage at the end of a dead end street across from the sheriff's compound. Best place to rave in all of AL...

Don't know why anyone would bother making a "creepy" kewpie. They give me the screaming fantods just fine now.

Yours in heebie-jeebies,
Ry

And a song to march you out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCT23V7C9GU