Tornlake's reading:

Tornlake's Quoting:

  • Counting Crows
    from A Murder of One

    There's a bird that nests inside you, sleeping underneath your skin. When you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in.

Tornlake's Local Listens:

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Stacey Bowman

It might come to that, Faulkner. It might come to that.

I think I'll just be as vague as possible, that way, I can't help but meet my objectives.


Yeah, I'm all about the puke-in-the-mouth half-proposals too. And apparently saying "I want to write good things" isn't good enough.

Try submitting the blog as a proposal. It would be a fun thing to defend, anyway.

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