Monthly Archives: September 2002

There was moss growing on the stones where the water ran across it coming from the spring and a big looming cottonwood giving shade and life back just like the spring gave it life. My dad hung a board on … Continue reading →

ah yes the workin’ man sows his fortunes by the muscle in his hand never says nothin’ just workin’ his land bound sometimes to go a little crazy the seventeen sixties pontiac ruled scary out there in the deep detroit … Continue reading →

stampede into the arms and backass out life and death in hypersense a grid of squares black and white sharp scissor jagged terror ripped and shredded slice of nightmare you’re dead unless you know. with the last shaving of metal … Continue reading →