Are you the horse? Are you the carriage? Are you the wheel? Are you the baggage?
My poem "Penis Secrets of the Anunnaki" has been accepted by Nightmare Magazine. It was written in the fall, inspired by the conjunction of a line of old-school random-generator e-mail spam with a COVID scare at the theater where ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch works. I imagine the reference was pseudo-scientific conspiracy theory, but I prefer to think in terms of the Mesopotamian underworld.
I did end up transferring one of the three-sentence fics to AO3: "One More Game of Chivalry." It was written to a prompt fromtheseatheseatheopensea and appears to be the first fic in the archive for The File on Thelma Jordon (1950).
The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is already two-thirds of the way toward its goal. To everyone who has contributed, signal-boosted, or just offered sympathy, thank you.
spatch is in the ER. When last heard from, he was watching Doctor Strange (2016). This is a weird year. [edit] spatch is home from the ER. Still weird.
spatch works. I imagine the reference was pseudo-scientific conspiracy theory, but I prefer to think in terms of the Mesopotamian underworld.I did end up transferring one of the three-sentence fics to AO3: "One More Game of Chivalry." It was written to a prompt from
theseatheseatheopensea and appears to be the first fic in the archive for The File on Thelma Jordon (1950).The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is already two-thirds of the way toward its goal. To everyone who has contributed, signal-boosted, or just offered sympathy, thank you.
spatch is in the ER. When last heard from, he was watching Doctor Strange (2016). This is a weird year. [edit] spatch is home from the ER. Still weird.
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glad he's home!!!
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Thank you!