The dark literary gods in the fifth hemisphere according to Ritoen have sent a couple of phantasms holding neon-green colored body bags, punctured with a hole or two, dripping some kind of gooey substance on my desk that doesn't stink, but shapes itself into odd little creatures with bat wings who love to stick out their tongues at me. Helps with the writing of my latest venture into my fiction.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sending my Beaker clones off to concoct a potion that will give me some creative ideas....just gotta make sure it doesn't give me hallucinations, much like the ones I had last time including cyclopean clowns chewing Juicy Fruit and blowing bubbles and doing the Regan MacNeil spider-walk....