Here’s the next chapter in the Cinderella tale where everything gets all horror and, really, nothing is resolved. Just the way I like it. Here’s the first part and here’s the second; you may want to check those out first. Where were we? Oh yeah: in New Orleans…
Cinderella Part Four…
Just got off the phone. Been [...]
Let’s return to New Orleans, where the accents are confusingly Brooklyn and the rum goes down a little harsher than we’re used to. If you’re just joining us, you’ll want to check out Part 1. It’s right over here. Now, if you’re all caught up, let’s settle back for some Neurosis and Horror in part [...]
I’ve been to New Orleans a good couple of times now. Every time I go, I think of something else to add to this story. Grab yourself a Four Roses and Coke for this little Southern Gothic tale I call…
Cinderella
It’s not like I have any reason to go into the Palm/Tarot Reader’s tent: you just [...]
European thunderstorms cry for victims of injustice, rumbling in sorrow unlike the hateful cries of a southern lightning bolt.
Tom Sawyer looks at the reflections in the lake of haste and hangs a silk tapestry of cubist primetime daydreams off the dock while red ice cubes melt away in the sweetened tea of bedtime atrocities suffered [...]
An important event for Brandy and I, for sure, the rest of Baltimore also celebrated Edgar Allen Poe’s 200th birthday by going out and getting ripped at Annabelle Lee Tavern with their special themed drinks.
Brandy started out with a Raven (a big pint glass full of liquor) and I had a Masque of the Red [...]
While waiting for my girlfriend to get off work, because, fuck, I don’t have a goddamn job yet so someone’s got to be responsible around here, I was walking around a local Hell Mall.
Usual, big building full of the same stores that you have. Maybe you even have a carousel, I don’t know. But, point [...]
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