“Candace said that Charlie came to her in a dream,” the hat said. “When did you talk to her?” the hair asked. “When you were asleep a little while ago,” the hat said. “We talk on the phone sometimes.” “Anyone else, like anyone else,” the hair said. “At least Nick...
“My Presidential Library is going to be so classy,” Donald said, “just the classist." “But it’s in Florida,” the hair said. “Florida loves Donald,” the hat said. “Where else should he have it?” “Uh, New York City? His hometown.” “Nah, fuck that shithole. They can rot...
I dreamed about killing you again last night and it felt alright to me
dolla holla
Money feeds my music machine
Futzing
I’m your rubber peacock angelic whore
I’m a wrought iron face upon the wall
“Love lost, fire at will, dum-dum bullets, and shoot to kill.”
Fake Fake but in a Real Real way
Meanwhile…
All music and a story I didn’t write.
Editor’s Note: Some readers may find this story arousing.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
Kentucky
“I am Yulaw! I am nobody’s bitch!”
Dread in monochrome
David
“So you run down to the safety of the town”
Appealing to the, uh, urban markets.
What Mama wants, Mama gets.
“Oh, to be the cream”
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I AM THE ELECTRIC MESSIAH! THE AC/DC GOD!
A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.
