Here I stand at the end of all things, a dead-end alleyway where all of our souls reside. Jack is my name, and if any piece of this makes sense to you, then you should run. Run now, and run fast. Never listen to a Shrib addict. Never. I hope you are not still listening. Continue reading Please Bring Milk
I make this universe out of paper, and I keep a match in my back pocket.