Did I not say I have been busy? Yes, I was busy. “Busy doing what?” you say. Busy crawling about the city, my ears stinking of cheese, willing into existence my world-historical conception.
Tag: president
The sun rises over the city of Geld. “Thank-you, Damien Crusher,” says the President-elect. “Thank-you…
MY FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD son probably wouldn’t approve of me mentioning him in print, so it’s a…
