The blanket had secreted some sort of resin that had begun to disintegrate the bed, like the blood from an alien in one those “Alien” movies. I’d never talked to a blanket before, so I figured this was a good time as any. “Hi, I’m Reginald,” I said. I was half-expecting there’d be no response.… Continue reading Blanket
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Imp
I’ve never been very good at telling people how I feel. In fact, I don’t even think I’ve ever really known. I ask myself what I’m feeling all the time, and whatever plan I had for fixing something broken flies out of consciousness like a sudden concussion. I believe I can’t know because there’s something… Continue reading Imp
I RAMBLE INTO THE LAND OF ME 