Blue Explores
The next thing Blue realized was that the colors had changed, and it had become very cold. He found himself gliding high above a craggy landscape, with his flippers pushing gently against a thick ether. Looking down, he saw that shadowy puddles of a dark and oily substance spotted the landscape, mirroring an orange sky.
4 days ago6 min read
Exterminator
Knock at the door. What the hell? I hate this shit. Nobody knocks on your door when you own your house because they know they get the business end of a Glock in their face. What time is it? 11 am. Who is it? I am not to be fucked with.
Aug 307 min read
Fell in Love at the Traffic Light
Glancing out the passenger side, I see a girl in a Honda Civic, angelic and orderly, looking at me through the raindrops on her window and the raindrops on mine. I grin, embarrassed. She smirks. She's beautiful.
Jul 308 min read
A Fentanyl Tree
And up high, there’s a sweatshirt tangled in the branches, flapping rhythmically. Makes a little jam with the traffic, something to rock to, back and forth. Perfectly good sweatshirt. When I get woke up, I’m going to go over and get it.
Jul 214 min read
The Dangerous Vision of Isabella Heresy
"Isabella Heresy has gone to the mountaintop and returned with visions of a paradise in decay, regenerating itself through orgasm." Paul Clark of Emergence was similarly impressed, noting "Heresy is the lifeblood of a new kind of culture. Her work is a phenomenon."
Jul 195 min read
9 Surreal and Absurd Katty Pulsar Bits
Everyone thinks in their past lives they were very important, when it's more likely you were a serf in the fields, and lived horribly, and died horribly with a tooth infection, and all your family starved or were murdered by Mongols, and rats picked on their bones, and there were lots of mosquitos, and you had scabs. Which is why I'm glad I was a princess and had citronella candles and soft things.
Jul 158 min read
I Set Myself on Fire
Around a goldfish pond, unwashed kids tormenting love bugs, lips powder-yellow with pollen, slathered in Bahiagrass seed. The bed of an umber Ford rusts through and green is bursting bright.
Jul 112 min read
