The Junkyard Dog Bleeds

My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]

Town Drunk

When you’ve had enough it’s not enough until after a while everything becomes a violent smear of voice and colour There is music as well you hear violins must be Beethoven. He was a fucking drunk too. They all were all the greats except for Hitler and look what happened to him. What, you want […]