Monthly Archives: August 2011

phone calls from the dead

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

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The secret life of Arabesqueka, the American teenager

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

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