The Dreamlands are indeed bleak, but it’s home, and the shroom does its best to make things nice. In this particular part, hollow blue rocks glow, and the dripdropdrip of constant moisture abounds. The little shroom loves it and is happy to call it theirs. But both of them don’t appreciate its nuance at theContinue reading “Spored w/ art by c0laj”
Hey. The voice annoys. Hey. Darren Astonowski ignores the persistence, and a blaring apoxia alarm, because he desires nothing but to go back to sleep, and does for a single moment longer. You really should be awake for this. For what? He questions the voice from his perfect-blissful-sleep. Seriously, take a look. You’ll never seeContinue reading “Drag of Colors w/ art by: c0laj”
We used to live there, out in the water. Every summer, father would pile us in a boat, pull the string on the motor, and time would disappear into sun, water, and fresh seafood crackling on a propane fire. Years of summers I spent like this with nary a care and limitless sandbars to explore.Continue reading “Summers”
Sweet mother it makes the sound again and the waves wash piss and shit out of my pants. The waves that come harder with each splashing footfall. The rise sucks them out again. Each step makes the surf even angrier. I am going to die. I am certain, yet compelled to wait here on theContinue reading “A Final Moment”
I’ll likely never know what it takes to stand naked in the chillier days of March, under a star-strewn sky, pulling a God through a Euclidean plane. I’ll never know what she felt, working magic she was born to work. But I do know a slave never forgives its master, and neither will I forgiveContinue reading “Angular Slave”
A small atoll sits brown on blue water that stretches beyond the horizon.