Pepe GiuseppeIn this cage of nightingales the music of the tongue enters through all pores.At the end of all our lives . . . is a shoe.May 3, 2019May 3, 2019
Pepe GiuseppeNow it is time to clear the supreme mystery, to destroy the meaning of death.When you sleep deeply enough, your double, or astral body, detaches from your body and hovers above the flesh.Apr 30, 2019Apr 30, 2019
Pepe GiuseppeGQ’s September Interview with George Clooney:GQ: “Oh! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. You’re a man now . . .”Apr 30, 2019Apr 30, 2019
Pepe GiuseppeDear Clair,It’s lonely out in the desert. The days run together, as in a madhouse. Oysters are not often served here, no. Palm Springs is too distant…Feb 17, 2019Feb 17, 2019
Pepe GiuseppeDear Clair,I have done away with art, style, and talent. To say what we don’t feel is to lie to ourselves.Feb 8, 2019Feb 8, 2019
Pepe Giuseppe5 Or 6 Ways To Talk Your Way Out Of The Fact That You Ate Your Daughter’s HorseWell, it’s that time again. We’ve all been there. You got fucked up on gin, broke into the stables, and ate your daughter’s horse, Ethyl…Feb 6, 2019Feb 6, 2019
Pepe GiuseppeA Description of my Last OrgasmA numb prick, a hot daft sack, my hands moist with protest, all of it so very frenchFeb 3, 2019Feb 3, 2019