Tonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.… more
Tonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.… more
There’s a “best falls ever” compilation on mute. All I can think is this is the fucking life as a man jumps onto a trampoline and falls through it, keeps falling through the earth itself, forever, his whole body eventually shattered into nothing by the core.… more
When questioned, Blac confessed to being an artist, claimed to have loved his victims, which he considered his creations whom he desired to preserve in a more perfect, permanent state.… more
A dead man’s bullet holes leak feathers that form a vortex under a police helicopter’s rotor wash, making the scene resemble an eerie snow globe.… more
“Dago,” Bill said, what do’yer think?”
“I think I’ll put it in the creek,” Vic said. “Don’t you worry your pink cheeks.”
“Eat shit,” the pitcher said. “I think I’ll put it in your mom.”… more
There was no reason to take it. No reason to stay and no reason to leave. She would wake in the blue dawn light and know that he was gone and that he had taken something from her which she would not get back. Maybe that was the reason.… more
We will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… more
He’d promised himself, promised his therapist, he’d stop letting anger be the first thing out of his mouth. But here he was, a grown man, sober for three months, crying over a clogged drain while his son watched him unravel like cheap plumbing.… more
Here’s this little dude. He’s kicking me. Ow! That really hurts! He’s pulling my J’s off! I say, “What the fuck, man?” He goes, “Fuck you,” so I go, “No, fuck you” then he kicks me in the nuts.… more
The Deli Boys were men everyone called boys, townies who never left their neighborhood, never left their first jobs, their first girls, pulling the condom off when her head was turned, said real men don’t wear condoms so they rolled them up like whispers in the backseat of their parents’ cars… more