|Three flavors of sexy|
|David James Keaton brings us breakfast on head.|
|Must find cock-heavy passage|
|This man does not snore.|
I finished The Reconstructionist on the train home, as well as Les Edgerton's The Bitch - both those'll throw you for some fucked up emotional loops... heightened perhaps by fatigue induced delirium and large Slavic gentlemen snoozing in the next seat. Things waiting for me when I got home: This Dark Earth by John Hornor Jacobs and a package from N@B star Jane Bradley - thanks, lady.