My bro-bro.
My chill by the wayside guy.
My kafka rock star.
This weed smells like jelly.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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About Me
- Matthew DeBenedictis
- Atlanta/GA
- When I'm not writing fiction I'm writing something about a band. When I'm not doing that I'm riding my scooter, naked, into your apocalypse. E-mail me here: throwingroses@mac.com
Places I Find To Be Wonderful
- J. Carroll
- J. Dean
- B. Butler
- B. Green
- J. Iredell
- B. Girl
- XTX
- S. Pink
- C. Best
- S. Fiction
- B. Sands
- C. Killen
- N. Antosca
- J. Jordan
- B. Manly
- M. Young
- P. Hughes
- B. Meis
- B. Miotti
- K. Brown
- S. Jones
- The Magazine Man
- N. Cicero
- The Rambler
- L. Burton
- C. Zdarsky
- A. Kaherl
- M. Guadry
- A. Owen
- M. Kimball
- J. Woodbury
3 comments:
i saw the howlin' wolf tshirt a few weeks ago on amazon. have you checked out all the readers' comments? brilliant stuff.
Dude, what are they talking about. Thinking about dead cats is how I got into the predicament in the first place.
"edecd"
Alex, Look at the photos of the shirt. Golden calves top worship.
Otto, For real. The dead animal helps no boner go to sleep. It just makes your head laugh.
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