BY ZRCL @misseckhaus


Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich
"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek

DENY EVERYTHING


DROOG RAG CHAIR

I'VE BEEN WORKING A LOT ON VARIOUS DIFFERENT TOP SECRET PROJECTS... FORCES COMPELLING ME NOT TO SHARE. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT I HAVE A BAD CASE OF THE KNITTING BACK.
MY DAYS HAVE NUMBED INTO EXTREME MEASURES OF HABIT: LISTENING TO JEFFERY DAVISON'S WFMU ARCHIVE OF THE SHRUNKEN PLANET CONSTANTLY. WEARING MY CUSTOM SLEEPING BAG COAT FROM JF & SON (AND CONSEQUENTLY JOINING THE HOMELESS POPULATION IN THE EYES OF MOST NEW YORKERS.) 
THESE DAYS PASS INTO THE NEXT BY SHRIVELING INTO THE COUCH TO AN EPISODE OF THE X-FILES. 
WAKING TO DREAMS OF MULDER.