Tuesday, March 26, 2019
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The Gallery

The Gallery

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. … I never had taste for art, but sometimes you get an invite to the finest gallery you could ever be invited to: free food, rich women, cheap security and expensive art. The [...]

August 5, 2013 Strange and Unexplained
The Harp

The Harp

There is an angel perched on my bedside; it whispers a name all too faint. … The world has been cruel to me. More cruel than I could ever imagine. Now, I doubt what it really means to imagine. I’ve [...]

August 3, 2013 Strange and Unexplained