Month: March 2010

On New Terms by deborah garrison I’d like to begin again. Not touch my own face, not tremble in the dark before an intruder who

Living the Chemical Life by chris anderson I have to admit that I don’t care about the historical Jesus. One way or the other. I’ve

undercut by p.e. lydon my heart cannot keep up with yours. it is out of breath from contented cigarettes yours is still on the run

Gasp! Creature. by matt taylor I could be completely egg-hatched for all you know, yet, still, you can’t see me, I’ve eaten myself so you