it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...

     “Evil and good in darkness is constantly on the moveThat Memphis Jook to their own three-six mafia groove,     “Realize someone is always gonna hateAnd unwashed assess and a bitch’s attitude will always stank,      “Both concepts...

the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...