A seldom-sober pseudonym takes on the totality.
For every face of the Blessed Virgin in a plate of moldy flautas, I'm sure there's one of these for underpublicized counterbalance. Say cheers to noted snake mite Ophionyssus natricis.
(Pic yanked from the pages of Reptile and Amphibian Parasites by Eric M. Rundquist.)
posted by Sleeve Consequences @ 11:49 PM
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.”
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