Do I even need to mention that Snake-Boy Loves Sky Prince updated today? I feel that I do:
Snake-Boy felt strange and safe on the hairy, smelly, lumpy thorax of the giant Daddy Long-legs, wedged in between Sky Prince and Lady Dogface. He had not been outside the Clockwork Brownstone since that first night. He liked the movability of the air. He liked the crispness of the lights along the sidewalks. He liked the rolling skittering swaying of the spider underneath him. He held his shoulder-snakes high above his head to keep them from resting on any part of his companions’ bodies. They wanted to wrap themselves around the necks of Lady Dogface and Sky Prince. They wanted to strangle and bite.
“Bad shoulder-snakes,” he said to them in his head. “Bad.”