Her love is a crowbar into the stomach. It’s a gun fight in a closet. It’s a black hole in a paper cup. Her love is a grenade in a gumball machine. An electric chair in a summer dress. It’s a Third Reich parade. Now i drive fast with my eyes closed. Scream into bottles […]
Standing outside the warehouse 3:30 a.m. on a Monday night buzzed as fuck because my life was completely out of control but the world was always ending anyway. I was waiting for the whatever man: the Space man the Big man Blast man –fucking Spider-man. And I was there to pick up whatever it was […]
When you’re high or drunk or both it fucks up your piss you think you’re done or don’t are you? You’re not sure but how long are you going to just stand there with your dick hanging out waiting to be seen maybe you want to be seen you dirty fuck so on that you […]
Taking it all in one long moment sitting there on the edge of the bed with a gun in your hand blood on the sheets a brunette laying across them naked pale stiff like a mannequin you don’t recognize the gun the room her your clothes You don’t know how you got there at all […]
Tom lost his fiancé at a party. He didn’t like being without her in an apartment crowded with people. He didn’t like people. He didn’t know what to say to them. Stacy was the only one he could talk to. And now she was gone. That’s when he saw the boy standing in the living […]
From within the great and terrible darkness… I heard the most beautiful voice sing.
Let me love you furiously like death loves the young and fire loves a tree. Let me take your hand and put it on the trigger. Let’s turn everything into just plain murder. Let’s give them all Hell for having birthed us. Let’s scream off the agony of being and beat down the cages just […]
Love is a sickness that I could live without. But your beauty is as compelling as Jupiter is large.
We abate softly into nothingness into finality into the darkness beneath a great empty canvas and so on this certain passing I felt almost touched and almost momentarily elated if you will from the brooding vacuous maelstrom that has become most days it was somewhat like catching the whisper of an echo in a backroom […]
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 […]