If God didn't want me to have sex with them, why'd he make bad, bad men feel so, so good?
What kind of twat puts up a book and a week later decides to ditch the internet and play hooky in real life?
If you guessed "You, Frankie," you would be correct.
On writing sabbatical. Shall return with moar poems I hunted myself. In the meantime, feel free email me (it's on my profile) to ask what I'm wearing, send me inappropriate photographs, or tell me how much you hate the title. Or all three. That's fine too.
I'll write something exciting here later. In the meantime:
I'll post what's new here: http://authonomy.com/forums/threads/148636/f-s-uploaded-a-book-/ for anyone that's interested. It might get confusing because I'm reordering stuff as I add.
Comments, even unkind, are always welcome, but the only reason to put this book on your shelf is because you read it and enjoyed it and want to share it. I don't require, or desire, an editorial consultation and Harper Collins doesn't publish chapbooks. Sorry about the crappy line spacing; Authonomy layout and I had a fight and it kicked my ass. I recommend the Linux Libertine fonts for your viewing pleasure: http://www.dafont.com/linux-libertine.font
Skip the last chapter. Seriously.