We are made of strings, strings. And when the cosmic kittens come by, it's anyone's guess which of us will remain things.
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Lost Days, Last Nights
2 months ago
Friday, April 23, 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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