I would gladly accept some warmth but the humidity is ok with you… fussy bugger I know
The storm sounds a bit scary - so far the rain on my roof has been more along the romantic background noise snuggling near the fire. Gary and I both snuggling with imaginary friends
Definitely snuggle up to your imaginary friend. Hopefully he looks like one of the many men you have shown us
Rainy and cold here, apparently the afternoon will be better
Anytime Clo wants to hand back Summer, I am ready
Total fiction, not even based on true events
That being said, there were plenty of Europeans that disappeared in the Australian Bush because they had no idea how to cope. And like many great stories it relies on your imagination to generate the horror. Far more scary.
just ask Clo, every thing in Australia is out to kill you, even the rocks
Horror need not always be a long-fanged gentleman in evening clothes or a dismembered corpse or a doctor who keeps a brain in his gold fish bowl. It may be a warm sunny day, the innocence of girlhood and hints of unexplored sexuality that combine to produce a euphoria so intense it becomes transporting, a state beyond life or death. Such horror is unspeakable not because it is gruesome but because it remains outside the realm of things that can be easily defined or explained in conventional ways."
Vincent Canby, writing about PAHR for The New York Times
Miranda…. Miranda…. MIRANDA…. Don't go up there. Come back….
The final chapter of the book was removed before publication and not to be released until the death of the author. It should have remained a secret
Better off pretending it didn’t exist - much more powerful that way