August 31, 2012

By Kick Jar, Page 9:18.

'I'm a deadman -- moving an organic machine that looks like -- myself.'

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August 25, 2012

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August 22, 2012

Relabeling Gunshots Chomp, Page 4:10.

'You know what I like about Sleater-Kinney?'

'They've split up.'

Posted by dean at 12:43 AM

August 19, 2012

Muted Phoneyed Scapegrace, Page 105.

'When you're a young man like yourself, life is full of wonders. Everything new. Everything an adventure.

But as the years roll on, things become ordinary. Colors lose their vibrance. Stars lose their glitter. You become less in awe of the world. It loses its magic.

I don't see this as a painful thing. I think it's mercy.

I believe it's all just so it makes it easier to let the whole thing go when it's our time to pass on. But when you've lived as long as I have, the weight of the years and the tarnished luster of the world can break you down.

And it's hard to be alive and be so broken.'

Posted by dean at 02:43 AM

August 18, 2012

No Worn Thralled Wheel, Page 6.

'Me? A cloud of steam in a space-suit with a German accent? That is how you intend to calm things in Texas?'

Posted by dean at 01:43 AM

August 17, 2012

Feminised Johnny Moans, Page 4.

'It has been reported to me that you have been doing some very odd things'.

Posted by dean at 02:02 AM

August 11, 2012

En Poll, Page 314.

'A dream undreamt is a dying fantasy'.

Posted by dean at 03:43 AM

August 08, 2012

En Poll, Page 309

A story-go-round of intimate chaos.

Posted by dean at 11:23 PM

August 05, 2012

Soak Bet Fetish, Page 158.

A threefold study of cold human hate.

Posted by dean at 01:52 AM