Ringy-dingy-dong at the door. I am defeated. On my legs: a cat curled up. It’s too warm, but I won’t make her get up. I certainly won’t get up. Maybe if lie here long enough it will all go away.
For months I sat around my parents house, newly sober, with anxiety I could feel in my gut, having visions, visions of the vaporwave post-apocalypse we have begun. That’s right, Jackson — the apocalypse already happened. The rapture took only folks from far away lands you’ve never heard of, folks who believe…
In eternity, where there is no time. Smash him. The treaty should delay us. For a time. He saw it as some sage-inspired truth. Crowds can’t leap. They used to. The shifting body. The object of crime. Funeral-attracted dreams. By the…
The T.V. screen, mounted above the fire place, played a short, looped animation featuring an…
We were colors:
Roaming through the underground, the bliss of rain, starting toward sure delirium.
The chemist has arisen, pointing to the bloodbath — a terror. Should the appearance crack or bend?