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12th May 2010I don’t know why boys make my ticking clock tock but we won’t go into that so there you go.
I reviewed (sorta, kinda) Scorch Atlas by Blake Butler for a shiny new site called ‘other’ which I am deeming ‘official hangout’ like The Peach Pit or The Max but with more stripey dicks and strange refrigerators.
Big-as-the-milky-way thanks to Crispin ‘Bringing the Internet Together’ Best and Socrates Adams-Florou, whose new novel touched me in my special place. Also theirs are not the stripey dicks far as I can tell.
16th May 2010 at 9:49 pm
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18th May 2010 at 2:44 pm
One response. :P
23rd May 2010 at 10:41 am
one hot piece of ass
8th June 2010 at 6:26 am
You put a lot of yourself into that review. Wish I could do that when I try to write about literature.
8th June 2010 at 9:30 pm
Sweet of you to say, Alan. I think it’s called ‘narcissism’ but I like your way better.