Living Skies, like most non-microscopic living things (yes, even capybaras) occasionally feel ungovernable rage.

Living Skies, like most non-microscopic living things (yes, even capybaras) occasionally feel ungovernable rage.
Fountain pen fancier and repairer, intermittent intellectual, underfunded anarcho-dandyist, and self-admitted writer of fiction, who's given to frequently wishing everything he wrote of a nonfictional sort was being read aloud by Stephen Fry, and everything else by either Vincent Price or Christopher Lee. View all posts by Dirck