The Y of lats
I guess I write?
Clarion 2014 (the Were-Corgis)
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Books | God of Clay, Koa of the Drowned Kingdom, et al |
| CW | Left-wing, downright blasphemous, queer as sin |
I guess I write?
Clarion 2014 (the Were-Corgis)
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Books | God of Clay, Koa of the Drowned Kingdom, et al |
| CW | Left-wing, downright blasphemous, queer as sin |
Biscuit is a bad, bad rabbit
I hate dreams. I hate them for their absurdities and deferrals, their endlessly broken promise to amount to something, by and by. I hate them for the way they ransack memory, jumbling treasure and trash. I hate them for their tedium, how they drag on, peter out, wander off. Pretty much the only thing I hate more than my own dreams are yours.