I got kicked in the inspiration after that bit of Nabokov (he has that effect), and was determined to give you new stories at least weekly. I’d cleared my schedule to dedicate more time to only these more self-satisfying projects, and then, disaster struck, in the name of green-biled phlegm and rancor of bronchitis.
So, I’ve spent the past few weeks dorking off, quietly (<-- likely to the great relief of those who have to tolerate me daily). As with so many things, my voice eventually came roaring back, and so at long last, here's some PKDick, in the hopes that another hard kick comes with it. (This is a metaphor. I will kick you back.)
and here i got my hopes up……
Jake! You’ll get your Poe, honest. Keep your hopes in a good safe place and I’ll bet you get a kick out of the PKDick!
roooooog! I love it. So nice to see something so mundane from a different perspective. Cheers,
Thank You, Miette.
Thank you especially for the .ru link.
xox
??? Just found you and you seem to have faded to oblivion. So sad. ;-(
I’ll be back. Enjoy for now!