February 5th, 2006

Road Warrior Diaries

I dig oral, too

Guess who has two thumbs and occasionally has dreams of being a woman who realizes she is humanity's last best hope against rampaging demons but needs to pick up raisin bran and marshmallow fluff at the market before she can set out and when leaving is confronted by one of Satan's own who she disables with a soul-sucking kiss whose effects she sees in her mind as words on a page moving into three-dimensional space and then drying and falling away as brittle ash?

Yeah, this guy!


Oh, and for my bunny people, there's this. Holy cow.