Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
gimme that potato salad with the mustard sauce and the bacon those fried mushrooms with the smell rising mind my big nose pressed flatly against foggy glass approve my flirtatious hands as they make fake feetprints for amusement, in lieu of art, on grey glass in threenight, i will be at this same tall door […]
MoreSober Second Thought’s buckled down, still, on his moldering throne. Wand waving, face saving, keeping the faith. Watching, with detachment, nervous amusement, and what’s close to despair, as things begin to twitch and soulless eyes begin their backward roll.
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