The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.

Stunt Cock n: a waxen inorganic copy of your body into which your consciousness may be placed in order to more recklessly experience the violence of life without fear of breaking the good china. “Like a penis on the wart of life, I employed my self within a stunt cock to fearlessly order delivery.”

* BATTLESTAR GALACTICA SPOILERS * I find myself greatly more attracted to fiction that has at its base some incredible and unique mystery sure to be filled with absurd twists and other things unexpected. The joy here, as any internet fanboy will affirm, is gossiping about what may happen next. Often, I find myself outsmarting […]

“Cut your jib with a razor-tipped dagger Groucho Marx walk.”