see. Santa has been kidnapped. and for some f**king reason, Ursa is the man for the job. allegedly. this one has it all. sexual tension so thick, it could melt the ice caps. evil billionaires. elves. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. and a blob of sentient, cerulean space spunk.

hello again. it’s me, the fool.  today is a special day, as it marks the release of Blobert 3. for those who haven’t experienced Blobert: take The Blob from the old movies, add a healthy dash of Fear and Loathing, and mix that with psychedlics. it isn’t horror, as some may expect from me a this point. it is an absurdist comedy, with all my trademark madness.

and best of all? ever penny goes to my little sister, Megan Stockton. she is a brilliant writer, and genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever known. she loves so much, she wore a hole in her heart and had to get a titanium replacement. now it is Xmas time, and her and her lovely family need help. it’s only 5 for the ebook or 10 for the paperback, but every bit helps when faced with overwhelming medical bills. consider it my Xmas present to all of you.

thank you, for always supporting a fool lost in poetry. it means the world to me. and for grabbing this, and maybe a few copies for loved ones. or enemies. i can’t tell you how to give.

life is hard. do better. be weirder. love with every atom.