Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Wedding.
One week.
Three more days of my current job.

Fuckall, I shall write something for all of you today or tomorrow, I have shit bottled in my head that needs to come out, even if that means that I'm half-an-hour late to Kinko's to photocopy our fuckdamning wedding bingo cards that I spent 400 years perfecting.

Yeah, you heard the word bingo.

We're 78 years old.

benjamin
Urbana, IL
July 30, 3:35pm
CURRENT MUSIC: "Me Gustas Tu" by Manu Chao
LAST MOVIE: FATE FIGHTER (H.K.)
CURRENT BOOK: still CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES, added Heinlein's THE NOTEBOOKS OF LAZARUS LONG

...there's been a lack of writing lately, and my last few bits have been news items and commentary.

I'm getting married in 3 weeks, there's scant time for fiction these days, although I have submitted something to a Warren Ellis online project.

More later,

benjamin sTone
Off to build RobotMonkeys in the basement, creatures that are EXPLICITLY OUTLAWED BY THE GENEVA CONVENTION