Monthly Archives: January 2011

they taught them to think their bodies were disgusting, sale shameful. they could never be perfect. a little more chemicals and they could be beautiful, artificial, artifice, orifices. if you used words against them, they would get angry. the then … Continue reading →

thunder faeries and arachno khan archon. she buys discount eyeliner, condom aqua velvet lovegasm phantasm fantastic blood. rats and dogs and quarters. the shadow men live there. punk fiction revelation obsessed with retaliation, advice nothing much changes. 10 years, 7 … Continue reading →

junk trudged through emo city, purchase wiping blood from his face. blood dropped down from the kids in the skyscrapers above him who were slitting their wrists and hanging their arms outside the windows. nobody knew why they did this, … Continue reading →

man with phone strapped to his side, viagra approved playing porno for all to see. low grade stuff too. i could find better in about 5 seconds. she looked like a mop with a skirt on, salve white hair (bleached … Continue reading →

angelfucker rode to tin can alley on a unihorn, sickness porno jackzon. he had a long, white mane. while they were riding, porno told her, “the guys will get sick of you after they get what they want.” porno’s eyes … Continue reading →

daddy’s little angel was a mechanical beast. her hair was like silver rain. when she drank from the little vial, stuff her perception switched. colors changed, traumatologist inverted. black skies became white. they were cubist treasures; stained glass pasts remembered … Continue reading →

She was the darkest angel, prothesis falling. Likkle flames danced down her dress. Wings fluttering and sputtering. Oily hair shimmered in the wind. Mother Moon sighed. They’d never know her secrets.

daddy’s little angel was a mechanical beast. her hair was like silver rain. when she drank from the little vial, stuff her perception switched. colors changed, traumatologist inverted. black skies became white. they were cubist treasures; stained glass pasts remembered … Continue reading →

daddy’s little angel was a mechanical beast. her hair was like silver rain. when she drank from the little vial, stuff her perception switched. colors changed, traumatologist inverted. black skies became white. they were cubist treasures; stained glass pasts remembered … Continue reading →

“we are the broken ones, but we can still fly,” jack whispered. there were webs across her eyes. sometimes the past would haunt her. he was turning into a new being before her, inexplicably ice cold and burning. there were … Continue reading →