Fiction & Poetry
Category
A Regional Disaster
But speaking of 9/11, the Big Bang to which countless soft scientists attribute the birth of our shared post-traumatic universe, I do know where I was and what I did on that lazy Tuesday.
New York, New York
From this high one can see most of the city.
wcw / the local indoor range
i have fucked
the plum
into a pulp
Day inn
2 beds. dark red sheets. thick curtains.
OTHER
A human-to-other transition blog experience for 1 wannabe-illustrator
art history
michelangelo sometimes felt self conscious while carving or drawing dicks
Less Animal
I am the only man of my village allowed to mate.
Spam #1
fifteen years ago when i was the co-owner/administrator/second-most-decorated-troll of a freeform fantasy role-playing chat/message board site
It’s a Wonderful Life Playing in My Hospital Room
In the spirit of the season and movie,
why don’t you write a farewell poem to the world,
the nurse says to me.
The Fertility Festival
Bring out all your saved copper.
The salvage men are here!