I could use a day as beautiful as this. Thanks for the daydreams, Frumious.
posted by Sleeve Consequences @ 1:22 PM
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.”
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1 Comments:
At 4:49 PM,
Anonymous said…
We should make an occasion to meander through alleyways some morning, dearest Sleeve.
Thanks so much for reading!
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