Chapter One: "Fine Day for a Flaying," or "The Brutal Massacre of All I Held Dear."

You know, I'm tempted to make a much larger show of asking for readers to send money via PayPal or Bitpass so I can justify going to see Rasputina on Sunday than I am in this very entry.

Well, that's a lovely sentence. . .

And I realize other bloggers have much more convincing pitches -- they're going to lose the farm, or really need a laptop to cover the Republican National Convention, or that sort of thing -- but I think the Negro seeing hot goth chicks playing cello is at least as important.

Ok, maybe not as important as the saving the farm one. . .

np: What else? My Captivity by Savages, from Frustration Plantation, by Rasputina.