The Boneyard.

by Joe Pachinko Borgnine and McGurgle were going through boxes of old seeds in the McJunkin Corporation warehouse and they were freezing. Their breath rose around their heads like smoke. The warehouse was filthy. 100 years of dust covered everything. McJunkin Corporation employees had put off cleaning it for so long it was now impossible.… More The Boneyard.

Philip Kindred Dick.

[Traduco dall’inglese il post di ieri di Joe Pachinko] Molto é stato detto sullo scrittore Philip Kindred Dick; su come tenesse un vasetto di anfetamine sul suo tavolo da lavoro; su come fosse così povero da comprare carne equina in un negozio per animali per far mangiare la sua famiglia mentre sfornava centinaia di racconti… More Philip Kindred Dick.