The house smells of apples and hard cold water. Your dog whimpers in her dream chair. Rabbits pouring out of countless bushes. Easy pickings when you are still. Outside there are stars. Cold and bright and the Silence of the Country is ripped up the middle. When you look for it that is the beginning of trouble. When you don’t that is the beginning of pain. This planet is pinned to the Void. Filled with creatures close to the earth. First published by NOMADartx
Tastes like chicken but like everything else it’s not. The liver is Nagasaki. The lungs Hiroshima or Jesse James and Dear Old Death comes to us all but the quiver is fantastic. Like lips full of bees.
Sidemen crouch in stairwells. Waiting to make their move. Microphones hiss. Like snakes on the take. Parker crushes his smoke and Raises the Horn. This is a Gig Baby and the liquor is Top Shelf. Remem
There’s an Addict in the House and they’re Cracking Down all over town. We have programmed him to report at First Light but Confidence is running low. Hey Man! Given the opportunity he will ruin our s