the walker who ghosts

I have been running circles around the hellmouth this week, looking for my holy grail.

I do a bit of writing in my head, waiting on busses and the like. I have decided that I want to put together an anthology inside of the next year or so, something that I will likely need to self-publish, as it will be offensive. I know of certain folks who I could invite to contribute already, and I would kill to do her bi-monthly, or even quarterly.
My marriage of Absurdism to Ayn Rand's Objectivism, like if Groucho Marx were to ghostwrite some of Aesop's Fables.
And it will be known as...


the vomitorium.