He didn’t know how to tell his story. It wasn’t an easy story to tell. There certainly was a clear beginning, but it didn’t make much sense to start at the beginning. There was no way to end the story either; the ending seemed to last forever.

when unicorns took to flight / the poles shifted / the world flooded / and Pangaea busted open like calloused palm

I can feel everything getting closer, the past catching up. All the cunts and cocks and clits I've ever touched. I left them all on the other side of the world, and now they're creeping back to me.

A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.

Let's be honest. Ugly people have an uphill battle in this culture. From the time they slide out of their ugly mothers they stand at the plate with two strikes.

It was a subtle change. Jeffrey's grandmother was never graceful. Her figure was like a garbage bag filled with rounded masses of leaves and the unexpected angle of the odd stick, the entire shambling affair draped in soiled and yellowed hand-knit clothing…

Still dipped in night...

That sound. Bone against bone. Skin across skin. Blood fraying into the unknown dark. He loved that sound.

The City Council supports this policy and, by necessity, ranks human slavery very low on the list of the city’s woes.

This part of her digital garden is not impressive, slightly sloppy, even haphazard. However, her avatar is an attractive woman with good make-up.

She...learned the ways of men, especially foreign men, who eyed her mother even as they passed around pictures of their children, wallet-bound photographs that included their reluctantly smiling wives.

"Isn't it time to remove the nails, and put Jesus to rest once and for all," Mary asks.

You have been my woman’s lover now for seven years, ever since your two souls met at La Isla Negra.

And you know that notion just goes to show...

Male genitals were usually portrayed diminutively in classical art. After forty minutes in a drafty room without cloths on, I was beginning to understand why.