I See A Full Moon Rising

Right now the moon is full. It would be a beautiful orb of buffalo mozzarella but for one thing - the incessant glare of a naked lightbulb coating the trees and the grass and the rooftops with moondust. I feel myself slipping into something akin to lunacy when the full moon rises. Mistress Insomnia creaks... Continue Reading →

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