Time is running out and this is the zero hour. For you, the reader, it takes just a few seconds to make a lifetime of difference in the life of someone else, and I am politely asking you, if you are a fan of mad science, cacophony, and imminent destruction, to please donate even a … Continue reading Day Fifteen – A Public Apology for Events That Occurred on Easter 1993, Wolverhampton, UK
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Day Seven – So Low for Mighty
The evening of the event in question, though mild by comparison in its waning hours, began in tones of frigidity - so much so, that one could smell one's own snot gathering inside one's nostrils. Harry had just shaved his beard off after thirty years of the same. It was the kind of new cold … Continue reading Day Seven – So Low for Mighty
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 