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.”
1 Comments:
At 8:35 AM, Deric said…
ahhhh.... let me be the first to digitally croon..
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday little xia
happy birthday to you...
(i now owe about $0.00003 to someone, but hey, it's worth it)
love you little one...
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