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It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading
He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.
Memory, like stone tapes, like hardened slabs of analog recalling the icy geist of my childhood in a Brooklyn basement, revisited.
Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.
Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.
Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.
Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading
Make me an offer, they shoot pretty girls, don’t they? Leave haunting to me.
Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland. (Photo by Weegee)