Lewd In The Graveyard. An Audience Of Fantastics. Mandy’s a writer. Or Hart is. Doesn’t matter. Someone’s scribbling in a hardcover notebook with a Sharpie, and it fucking stinks. Short things. Half-thoughts. Hart and Mandy aren’t big on follow-through. They are big on slurpees from the Kum-N-Go, or the 7-11, whatever the crapass convenience store […]
