“Who are those fiends, the ones that brought me here? Love, was her simple reply. Love? Is that their band name—I thought they were thieves or robbers or something— They are, was her simple reply. Love’s just a bunch of… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
“Who are those fiends, the ones that brought me here? Love, was her simple reply. Love? Is that their band name—I thought they were… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
“What’d you just do? Took yer pulse, Frank said with a yawn. Indeed they had, for when he pressed his hand to his chest the familiar monotony of his bloodworks had fallen silent. Fingers twain on the wrist proved as ineffective at registering the gust and porridge pour of his redstuffs. So’s you fall under the same rubric as the… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share
“(On disco) I don't consider that a genre as much as a level of hell.” — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
