My name is Lantern and I sell days.
Hell has always doubled as a heavy metal heaven of leather daddies and biker babes, where the bars are open all night and there's an ashtray at every table.
Is this pursuit of truth the result of anxiety over our inability to live inside another person's mind?
Lucy's big ape eyes brimmed, / And he leaned close to hear her whisper: / I know what's it's like, Mr. Man; I have lost one too.
Violet Miranda: Girl Pirate , page 24 of 24. A serialized graphic novel.
