Rediscovering some Old Friends
This is the reason I like corpsepoetics so much. Just when I have forgotten a link, up it comes once more. Check out Our Own Voice.
Every time I look at the web address, I get choked up by the "oov." I suppose it's the prude in me. OOV, it's like an egg... OVA!!! Oh, those are bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! You will burn in hell for thinking of sexuality.