Day: June 25, 2015

Metallic / Unicorn Motherfucker

Every day is a Friday we say before the aftermath and chocolate kisses on her thighs,

The rotting lemons pimped out suns that don’t orbit.

Endlessly Repeating

Slowly and deliberately, her lips began to move. Soft words fell from her mouth and were cast out to sea by the deafening sound of the ocean’s lullaby. Her eyes steadfastly held their gaze. Her strong, tanned shoulders squared off in defiance with the immensity before her.

Blood Flows Upstream

Don’t just stand there in the doorway. Come in! I told Suzanne you could visit because I’d like to talk to you about something. Please,

The Derailment of the Mikado

Ten minutes before the program was scheduled to begin, the Mikado rested on its side—black, sleek, and quiet. The technician stood on a stool, leaning

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