Scent The car was a Volkswagen bug painted almost joyfully florescent. Yellows and greens, peace moniker still in tact. Understated we...

retro games that kindle nostalgia for a childhood i never lived uncategorizable music released in countries that no longer exist made...

The geographic center of an onion oxygen boils anti-memoir questioning hollow snow covered a loom in darkening compact , pounce:::::...

She’s in the passenger seat of my car. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Barely even heard from her. And now here she is. In the passenger...

I am pink in the image of no maker I slumber in the intersection of life and dreams My heart burns in peaceful necessity And the long hunger

to be seen through the eyes of a page  if the eyes are windows to the soul,  then the page is a window to your eyes Written, rapt...

She took off of her trousers. (She had no panties on) She kneels on the sofa. A steaming snakes mouth is between her open thighs,

“here y’are, pancake that’s shaped like Mickey Mouse,  guaranteed to make you smile;” “pink sugar or yellow sugar?” a dull scalpel drags...

i awoke on the bag still feeling dead as if it was a feeling, but really you are experiencing the feeling of being inside your own fucked

Near Future The best part of having a cybernetic penis is it's also a gun. The second is it can't malfunction. I cum inside, and the...