When I woke up with a feather on my arm, I knew I'd dreamt of flying. That was awesome. Waking up with dog bites? Not so cool.
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Lost Days, Last Nights
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Friday, April 30, 2010
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- J. McNeill
- A writer of absurdist fiction, SF&F, and other geeky things. J. dabbles in other artistic mediums such as graphic design, oil painting, punk sewing projects, and post-Antediluvian performance art.
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