A seldom-sober pseudonym takes on the totality.
posted by Sleeve Consequences @ 1:30 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.”
3 Comments:
At 12:04 PM,
Anonymous said…
you sort of look like me man?
CF in Reno
At 4:58 PM,
DeAnna said…
Hm...bought a motorcycle yet?
At 2:36 PM,
Sleeve Consequences said…
CF in Reno: It's the beer that does it, y'know. The beer and the raw prowess!
Deanna: Cheers! I fear a motorized tricycle with big fuzzy foam wheels and a top speed of .06 kph is more w/in my ability, and even if they made such a thing I couldn't afford it.
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