watch my wildest dreams come true…

This guy is my hero. and because of him… 404-207-8211.

I am sometimes afraid that no one will remember me. Granted I don’t want people wandering around going “OH GREAT FILTHY, WITHOUT WHOM WE ARE AS NAUGHT.”

Would be nice though.

Chasm? Let em talk baby.

I know you miss me. I know you love me.

ALSO, NaNoWriMo.

it’s finally here and guess who rises (jean gray like) from the ashes. You guessed it! Fausille.

So I consigned her BACK TO HER LITERARY GRAVE and opened myself to ideas that have nothing to do with the city, or Pax or Nuie…

just fresh and clean. a new slate.

National Novel Writing Month. November.

Be there or be a vaugely rectangular thingy.

6 Responses to “watch my wildest dreams come true…”

  1. 8 Oct 2007 at 1:51 am BeckoningChasm
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    I’m the Childman to your Bloody August. I mean, you knew that already, right?

  2. 8 Oct 2007 at 10:58 am filthyrotten
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    Are you talking about the Stabber Orphen series?
    And here I thought you were Kyon to my Haruhi Suzumiya.

  3. 9 Oct 2007 at 1:50 am BeckoningChasm
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    I’m the Risky to your Moe! Ha ha ha, man, I wish I made sense!

  4. 9 Oct 2007 at 12:15 pm filthyrotten
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    lmao!
    Whatever, I’m totally the Tomo to your Yomi.

  5. 11 Oct 2007 at 12:02 am BeckoningChasm
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    How about, I’m the Akira Ifukube to your Ishiro Honda?

  6. 11 Oct 2007 at 9:11 am filthyrotten
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    are you talking about the composer and the director?
    LMAO. Fine
    You’re the Danny Elfman to my Clive Barker.


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