nothing but memories
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.15
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today was the day I was supposed to be getting married. My, how time flies. Instead I played with some LEGO and worked on my novel.
I dunno, Google is like a clown, many coloured and jolly, but it still gives me the creeps.
—Darkman, Walkin Dude