Morning Orbit by David Usher
Should a guy this whiny be allowed loose in the rock genre?

Should a guy this whiny be allowed loose in the rock genre?

It’s a wet and cold kind of sleepy elevator music.

Oh god, why do I do this to myself? Am I that masochistic?

Hellspawn book, more like.

Where’s the bliss? When is it coming?

More like, the gorge will rise again.

Here is something that is bad enough to be fun in its own, er, unique ways.

Corn cob assault overload ahead, proceed with extreme care.

Can the inept heroine prove to the hero that she is pure and virtuous, unlike other women out there?

Who keeps giving Kevin Costner gigs? What assholes.
