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I was born--that is to say, pulped--in the fiery dagger-heart of the Old City, but here I am, before you, now, in the lateness of hours, withering day far past ripeness. Hello, my shiftlings. Take succor, as needed.
I downloaded the animated version of the Amazing Screw-On Head, found random Batmanology, wrote the opening sequence for a new project which will be something to keep my tights dry and my brain unfevered, maybe. I've had half a bottle of wine, which is to say, hello & how do. |
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