Lists from inside a clouded mind, stories from the bottom of many a well fought bottle, more Nights in the Big City, a rampant extrovert's personal diary.
The sky warned, but I would not listen. Long story short, I discovered last nite that, thanks to the miracle of television, it is now no longer possible to stay in a poolhouse without on some level expecting Marissa to take a pill induced header into the pool outside at some point between sundown and sunup.
p.s. archives more than a couple months old hopefuly up later this week.
Many a Well Fought Bottle / NITBC / New Global Heavy Industries
You've found the right place, current home of wellfoughtbottle, nightinthebigcity, vanityproject, newglobalheavyindustries, all dot whatever. If you're interested in something I've written, here or elsewhere, feel free to make contact. Proposals, projects and propositions always welcome. Whats the deal with the midnights? One snapshot a day (or when I remember), at midnight or as close as I can manage, 'till we hit 365 or 'till the dawning of the the coming cyber apocalypse, whichever comes fist.
The Currents
Current Loc: Elsewhere. Current Stat: Unsure. Current Act: Trying to find some patterns in the dark.
