But look at this: lesbian blues singers.
Crap I’m caught up in: writing that thing on Superman for The Hooded Utilitarian, cleaning up after the dog, working on the October thing, which is getting back to a format similar to what eventually became A City of Ghosts–short stand-alone things every night for all of October–but it’s weirder and not as narratively uniform. Ha ha ha. How’s that for unclear?
Tiny Cat Pants 