Dreamt I was spending Christmas with my friend Matt. I don't recall a lot of details, but it was a happy dream. There was candlelight and Christmas stockings. Matt was drinking old-fashions, and I told him they were nasty.
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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture... -
Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,... -
Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...