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Wednesday, July 29, 2015. BUS WAIT is on hold for a hot minute while I work on something entirely different. After this moves forward I promise you. I promise you! BUS WAIT will resume. More details are inbound, but until then enjoy this teaser. Production is well on the way for all three of them, and I have cool ideas lined up for a great many more. What do you think? Sunday, July 12, 2015.
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Contains Artistic and Scientific Nudity. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Red and the Wolfe Chapter 07 Page 129 preview. Little red riding hood. Red and the wolfe. Sunday, July 26, 2015. Red and the Wolfe Page 127 preview. Little red riding hood. Red and the wolfe. Wednesday, July 22, 2015. Red and the Wolfe page 125 preview Gun in a box! Its a gun in a box! Gun in a box Gun in a box who would have thought there could be so much Fun in a box? Gun in a box. Little red riding hood. Red and the wolfe.CONTENT
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Monday, March 19, 2012. All she really wanted was a dog but we compromised with kitties instead. So after lots of looking online and at pet stores, we finally found the perfect pair. Oh what a happy day! The dreaded birthday clothes. So here are the kitties! Adam .
Y aquí estoy una vez más. Escribiendo entre las sombras sobre un lecho de hojas secas en una noche sin luna. Esperando que las palabras que surjan de esta oscuridad te iluminen. Paredes llenas de marcas y recuerdos. Los que desaparecerán cuando el resto de las cosas terminen de salir por la puerta, cuando ya no quede nada más que las paredes marcadas. Ni siquiera quedarán ya los recuerdos.