The airport wasn’t packed this time of night. I scanned the thin crowd for my audition ( Read more... )

Night fights ( Read more... )

I squeeze blood sugar from the prefab four and count the draconian petals on my spine. Each helmet-sized affirmation made of reptile skin and seven-eleven countertops turns my life into a Turkish dice game. Let’s tickle the cheese. Let’s elevate our rim shots. Let’s make baskets just so that we can keep them empty. This clean-shaven hard drive ( Read more... )

I will not rest ( Read more... )

The fight goes great for almost fifteen seconds ( Read more... )

Evil is a thick, black river ( Read more... )

There’s a moment in everyone’s life when the subject of death becomes a certainty and ceases to be abstract. It’s a final shift of perception that kicks the mind into a different level ( Read more... )

In a rush of blood, the fight was over. Dripping and snarling, they let their hearts slow down. Antlers pulsed with the knowledge of war. Skin hung in flaps off the bark sampled forests. It was one blue eye that looked out on a broken landscape of hearts and anger. One lay down to end the fight and the party began ( Read more... )

These are the battlewhores of Plentha. They are warrior concubines. They are dark blue with white eyes and dark red hair that they keep short. They are close in structure to athletic humans except for the extra set of arms and the tail. They have a crest of quills down the middle of their spines. The quills go up like the back of a cat if they ( Read more... )

Hey there. I just watched Pump Up The Volume for the first time. Anyone here see that movie? As I understand it, I'm one of the few people left that hadn't seen it. I think it's verging on being an Important Film. It somehow managed to stay away from wacky hijinx and happy endings. There were some refreshingly honest exchanges between the ( Read more... )