Review: Green Carnation – A Dark Poem, Part II: Sanguis
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…
Don’t worry, Moon Tooth won’t bite… for long.
I’m with Hér[éditaire].
The tones may be micro, but the effect is anything but.
We’re heading for the northern shores of Poland to keep HÉR company.
Computer Nerd are here to tell us all about getting seduced by AI.
As my dad likes to say, “I’m not mad; I’m just disappointed.”
I hear “munt” is a term of endearment in Australia.
You take the Subway pill, and I show you how deep this year-end list goes.
Stick out your pinkies; it’s time to join The Tea Club.