In the windowless laundry room that doubles as my bedroom, Cellar fills me in. “Stevenson’s brother, last night, a junkie, hanged.” I holster the Windex Bottle I stole from the supply closet at work, and say, “So that explains it.” Then I sniff my cleanest dirty t-shirt again and deem it worthy. We go. Back out on the stoop with Stevenson, I raise my ... Read More >
You pause, grunt, continue. In front of you is a whole room full of objects suggestively rearranged in a previously unused location, a tool shed, which, now, you’ve jerked off to 1 to 99 times.Read More >
Victor, the ship, moves with his nose forward, the upward side of him in the shape of a pumpkin.
When he starts to sink, people in him make an exodus, their bodies pushing, jumping, making every effort to get the hell out of him.
Thinking about social inheritance:
Cockroaches produce 6 generations a year
he inhaled and held it a moment, then shook his head like he had surrendered something and said ‘oh no, i don’t know why i’m crying, why do i do this.’ i said ‘it’s okay.’ he said ‘i don’t even know why’ and chuckled a little, crying less as he continued describing the stripes and chevrons.Read More >
“My rent is $350 a week and I earn $600. So I should be able to move to Hamburg by December. That’s where it all is now. Berlin is over.” I leave that party in an Uber to another. “I’m starting a two-week residency tomorrow at the warehouse. My statement of intent is ‘to discover how sculpture as a praxis can be an antidote to climate change.’” How many Ubers in one night is too many?Read More >
crazy people give the best head cuz they crazy
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She was not an old woman, but she made me feel young. I guess because I’d never had any trouble like she had. She wore a shawl overhead, and had a baby in her arms. The baby was nursing. When she saw me she pushed her breast out of sight.
“I killed a copper,” I said.
I was chatting with a girl. Her left brow crinkled each time I became excited about what I was saying. —I wonder, how many left brows like hers exist in the world?Read More >
I hate it when I cockily kiss my biceps
in a dive bar, taunting a dock-worker
into arm-wrestling me, only to be
all the more humiliated when I lose.
It wasn’t the stiff and desiccated bodies stacked standing behind the closed closet door and it wasn’t the rigor-mortified corpses hanging from the rafters by clotheslines and panty hose, engaging in the gentle sway and rotation characteristic of such bodies in such an array, that got to the cops.Read More >
A T-Bird and two Galaxies was very good for one day, especially as the T-Bird did not involve a trade-in. The woman who bought it, Mrs. Preston, had come in and asked for Mark McGranville and shown him a magazine ad. “Do you have one of these in red?” she said.Read More >