Keep It Regular
we were waiting for the thatcher reading marx, real bright sparks with some idealism for ideology a broken psychology mechanisms full of rust dressed in suits to promise trust people added to the ledger reckoned to the edge of the abyss were…
A bucket full of genius athlete jizz, that was he had sat there in the fridge. What use was it though? Where could it find a home? No pregnancy had carried to term in three years and the way the pollution index…
Even in flash fiction it is hard not to world build. I always liked burying things to pick up later, and it kind of plays to what may be a weakness of being an individual working on something – that you can…
falling angels meteor trajectory stepping over a ledge of choice letting the inner defect be the informer of your voice all the chaos maths add up to a kind of order liquid information fills the cup and you are not a hoarder…
Repeat. Regret. Reincarnate. Sammy Sara sat there peddling to turn the Prayer Wheel of this Rue Inn, where people came to punish themselves over and over again. You had be Spook Qualified to run this place; and that meant that you had…
He leans into the rain while his braces, hooked on one end to a door handle, hold him up. Some days he uses the ever-present rain of this place to make himself all film noir, and other times he is Michael Jackson…
you come across as a popeye philosopher spin ich it’s all fast food vast food body distortions through larger portions and you have to come to understand with your wheat belly flip-flop feet smelly jello and ice cream, and jelly and peanut…
You don’t expect a blade. You have been led to expect a gun. You don’t expect the strange motionless edge moving through you without pain until the action is complete. You expect a bang, and then you expect a miss. Why? Because…
we watch to learn we leave and return the things you earn the ears blocked against talking heads the trailing threads we pick them and process what’s said i want to be atop the shoulders of giants but i want to remain…
The holy journey of shrapnel. He is wearing a jacket made of flak. He is drinking one of the few coffee varieties to get off planet before the coffee rust killed it. He has money. Where do you spend platinum backed standard?…