So, tell me what's new.
Current Mood: confused

I'm pausing for a moment to regain a little direction. My main characters have just taken up temporary residence in a green VW van in the parking lot outside a Grateful Dead reunion concert (Henry Rollins is filling in for Jerry Garcia). The owner of the van is presumed to have passed out somewhere else, on whatever drugs those people at Grateful Dead concerts take. I'm planning a short narrative history of the van, and I'm trying to decide whether it's a ghost van that follows their concerts ever since its devoutly Dead-Headed owner died in an absurd tie dying accident, or if the van is more like Kit from Nightrider with an artificial intelligence that just happens to be infatuated with Phil Lesh. I'm leaning toward the latter, since the last chapter was about escaping from a haunted circus. Maybe there have been enough ghosts already. Only time will tell.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Punk Rock

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Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: woo woo wah wah

That band wagon doesn't seem to have a flautist yet...

Arimaspea

Upon my death I traveled north in raven shape,
Accompanied by sun-struck Phoebus God of light.
We rode his heaven's chariot with him at reigns,
And I atop his shoulder, cawing to the wind.

Kester the Hylopath

In a way, he lied copiously. Not all the time, and not necessarily to excess, but most of the time. It had become habit, due to his gift.

Serity and Menny (working title)

Serity was born on drugs, but then so are most people.

Donovan's Best

He was a hellish font of brute and marrow. Despicable phrases erupted from his throat and teeth, bent into awful sounds by his tongue.

Current Mood: Recuperating

Peer into the depths of Stuart:

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Current Mood: Memetic