the ~billy report

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Today I ate pizza with pesto. Mmmmm. Green, and with pine nuts, and chewy-cheesy in a good way. Also it had a perfect crust. In other news, listening to Stephen King's "Wolves of the Calla" while snarfing down a fine pizza pie is maybe *not* such a brilliant plan. The man describes bodily functions with unseemly glee.

Speaking of unseemly things, I feel certain that any women in the series have a hideous fate awaiting them. I cringe mightily at impending doom. And want badly to redeem the old witch from Wizard and Glass, or at least make her less of a mockery of age, infirmity, and sapphic longings. It's enough to turn my slash femmey. Though I know that Eddie Dean secretly yearns for the manly embrace of the Gunslinger. And also that the old Priest had a true love for Lupe that transcends death, AIDS, and time.

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