Tabla rasa insisted upon cages the intellect. This can be good. But it can also be bad. The pressure that builds up at the threshold between good & evil is tremendous. Compounding

Not the face that others see either but the face that needs no looking. Which is there whether you are living or not. That face. There is no head space to crawl into, we insist on

I, like a very few others, can see your real face. Not the face that you put out there to look good, honest, trustworthy, hot, bothered, get your hands off my shoulders! I don't kn

So they left me to my own devices & I left them their vices. It was a most convenient arrangement until it wasn't. Then it got ugly. At this point it is all about who comes out cle

I jumped the gone. I started on this task before finishing the previous task. The previous task nudged me to finish it. So I finished it. This task saw I wasn't kidding and became

It's best to keep quiet and let sleeping demons lie. We don't need to understand him; we don't need to understand ourselves. We just need to keep the demons quiet, eyes closed

Squares and cubes are her specialty. She drains them, consumes their geometric force, then buries them...but where? That was why I was here. I hired to find the remains of a circle

n Good. But what is the Common Good? You have to look to the past and evaluate, and that trips you up. No, you can't look to the past. Looking back was never looking forward

is a strain of kumquat, but with special antibacterial properties. My lab was small, but at last, I had found the to the latest life purging bacteria. If only they would listen to

and I'm now the product of both the war and mutation. I can read, but I also have ticks. My best friend is a cross between a cat and a rat, and my home is beneath

Bones of my Upheavel was my favorite band of that summer. Right up to the night I walked in on Nichole and Jean Enrique having sex to my Pandora playlist playing Bones of my Upheav

I asked the earth for answers she promised to no one. She cuckolded me with legion. I rested my weary head in earth's bosom. She branded me in mystic runes and kept the bones of my

Her word meant little since she left them there at the railway station. "I'm just gonna pop off for a biscuit" and then it was our faces that was the biscuits. Some of us were leak

There are many, out there, with a pen as a weapon, who chose this war to champion. This clash of muddied waters, this monotheistic moment, the siren's lament for her meadow, the wh

And how deep depends on the rapport between the patient, we prefer to call them clients, and his or her therapist. All of our partner doctors are cloned to the Core Protocols of Me

Instead of confronting the audacity of Denise of not being able to keep her shit in her diaper, he is over there ridiculing me for having Denise's shit in my hair which is, again,

Suspicion moved in next door. In the dingbat. Have you caught up to me yet? Is that The Spruces or the duplex? Neon spruces, white leather cowboy boots with the tassels. You've com

The soul of the demon is an absence. Just like our soul, only elsewhere. You could say that was the most telling feature of being a demon. Your absence. Right now when I am writing

A demon is a claim. A prior claim we made before we were born & had no faces. The deal was made in heaven by 2 gnarly old friends, comparing their notes & calendars about eschaton.

The dark began to get to me. Then the quiet. But it was never quiet. You would think that being stuck a mile down under the ground it would be quiet. All that earth to muffle the s