Monthly Archives: May 2011

harold thought senseless violence was poetry. he enshrined bad times in his mind. faces broke and crumpled, price merlot spilling out below. he was another biker who liked to bicker. between his queen’s handlebars there were horns that lead down … Continue reading →

“when you don’t give a fuck about anything, you are at your finest,” paris told pain. he was wearing his skeleton suit again. electrojunk pulsed up n down his arms. new tattoos to cover bruises. he liked to brawl with … Continue reading →

“i’m just a pain thing, walking art, painting pistol,” sheila shrugged. goldy locks shaking, she’d forsake him one day. (best friend, a real) record broke. the sand at the beach was so shiny. mr ego nobody read a book, sitting … Continue reading →

“i’m gonna cut you up into a million little pieces and feed you to my dogs,” william told alex. his switchblade shone under a full moon. he wore a white suit and tie. zally said her insides were turning to … Continue reading →