About Me
- Name: Sleeve Consequences
- Location: Seattle, Washington
Like everyone else, Sleeve Consequences was born in Detroit at the age of seventeen. After a torrid affair with your mother, Consequences fled the monastery to pursue a career as an alias. Finding no work, he became a pseudonym, which he remains. His fictions and belles-lettres have been translated into English, Gullah, and FORTRAN, and have been published in oodles of hypothetical zines, gazines, and magazettes (also, more recently, in weblogs, blogs, weblos, and wogs). A resident of Seattle, Sleeve plays the Queen’s Indian Defense very poorly. His favorite odor is “acrid.”
Previous Posts
- Even apter than the real thing
- Dare Ye Mix Magick----With Metaphor??
- Lullasuey
- Homage to Wiggins, and Anderson, Separately
- The Successful Thistle Sifter
- Thirty-Five Years of Paranoid Flapdoodle
- Into the Mystic Menstrual Mistrial Night We Go, He...
3 Comments:
At 4:12 PM, Anonymous said…
Now that is a precious little buggin you got there (being held by a precious pop no less)!
And so dear to my heart, the both of ya are.
*hugs*
--oomingmak
At 4:13 PM, Anonymous said…
Now that is a precious little buggin you got there (being held by a precious pop no less)!
And so dear to my heart, the both of ya are.
*hugs*
--oomingmak
At 4:14 PM, Anonymous said…
Confound this darn bloggery, and all its duplicating silliness. Meh.
--oomingmak again
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