An exemplary revolt
Because we don't defend - we attack - there's no need to ask for the disarming of the enemy, just weapons for comrades.
A friendly reminder
Our candidates found no place on any list. Subversives don't vote.
The flayed compass, or ENJOY / THIS / STRIP / BABY
So that when a body throws itself onto the tracks / like a only a body would / it could be routed around / as only a body can
2/8/13
A short story.
1/30/13
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The rest are all Cleveland
It is a sin against the new world of mediocrity to be distinct or distinguished. We are in the chain-store, neon-lighted era. Almost every city…
The Hinterland: A Travelogue, Part 4
Off the edge of the highway, space is identical to the elderly, to their insatiable hunger for time, for all the wet of youth.
All That Glitters Is Not Ash (Sex Olympics and Other Peculiarly Material Things)
The human itself becomes the hostis humani generis, the enemy of all humankind.
To what lying necromancer have I not been a fortune?
Not even when the debt collectors signed the release form to collect the roughly 14 pounds of smoke worth salvaging from the fire.
The Hinterland: A Travelogue, Part 3
Outside, the streets were full, seriously fucking full, of wolves.
The Hinterland: A Travelogue, Part 2
The start of unfinished epic poems concerning the present situation, and its origins in the deafening plop of the third housing bubble, carved deep into the wallpaper of the Oak River Conference Room.
the colorful flowery garment of the - guillotined
Engraving by Enea Vico I can easily think of the devil, the true reversed world of the divine world, the great world-shadow which marks off…
Desecration Hardware, 4 (1920s Odeon Glass Fringe Chandelier)
Shimmering, taunting, dumb as a dewy rose set aflame with a lit fart.
Desecration Hardware, 3 (The Trestle Salvaged Table in Salvaged Black Finish)
Because, as they say, the only thing more dangerous than a fully grown chandelier is one whose children you’ve just threatened.
"Venice drowning! Venice drowning! Venice drowning!"
In which Snake Plissken discovers something rather queer about both mermaids and what lies far, far beneath Venice.