i am in love with my wonderful wife jessica. she has very kissable cheekies, soft parts under her arms where the skin meets her armpits, a little dimple on her chin which is the target of so many past and future smooches, and very ticklish toes which make her squirmish when i place my fingers between them. we like to lay in bed, swallowing each ( Read more... )

stop. this needle exchange is lorded by a pelican with a dead skull. stop. the gregorian windchime cartel is lactose-intolerant and works for a communist child-pornographer. stop. sulphur in my eyelids and my allergic reaction to fungal foot infections. stop. my skeleton has the diabetes. stop. blue suns fall into hemorrhoids. stop. the names of ( Read more... )

over the horse of the subsequent september, an explosion of birds all aflame burst blood vessels from their eye-pockets rose from a destroyed gravesite in annerley's quinna-lainge neighbourhood with express plans to migrate from and afar their union. burning fuellines, a fascist monolith mech-arms industrial phalli outstretched raping the burrows ( Read more... )

patrice's menstrual cycle was anything but regular. in fact, everything about patrice's entanglement of fallopian vermicelli sirloin-hook viscerally exploded buckwheat zygote; like a pilgrim child's under-developed genitals smattered across the maggot-fertilised ovarian lancet of soviet war embassies, the upsurge of discarded phagocytes out through ( Read more... )

i'm seventy-three years old, and i'm staring down into a vacant burial plot in one of last surviving neighbourhoods in my hometown after the union riots broke out. it's winter and it hasn't stopped raining in two weeks: the levy-wall is on hemorrhage point, and this drought-stricken jerkwater estate will soon be up to its respective eyeballs in the ( Read more... )

"..i must get it all out, and i must do it quickly. quickly now. quicker foxes jump over starving dogs. time is of the emptiness, must get it all down on paper: quick sticks! i must just vomit it all down on this sheet of paper, and take my leave as quickly as i can possibly manage. an urge. a sudden urge possesses me just to reveal all. my life ( Read more... )

william: i don't know why that other doctor wanted me to come and see you, maybe it has something to do with his stupidity. i'm all up in the air at the moment. palming all his dirty work onto others, y'know. the too-hard basket, and all that. hey, have you met his secretary? a friend of mine went out with her once. she's got like, eighteen cats ( Read more... )

* r.i.p. sonny *