Mouths wide open. That’s how his neighbors spend their evenings nowadays. Necks cocked back to the ceiling, taking in the dripping streams...
Read moreThe toppings sloughed then plopped and sunk in the cloudy water below. Pepperoni, olives, sausage chunks, and peppers...
Read moreHe’s crept inside and sewn himself into the fibers. One by one, each and every stitch is his, is his...
Read moreA marked man’s prowess lives beneath the next man's shoes. He’s a gunslinger with a turkey in his holster. That’s right. You ever been scared of your next meal?
Read moreLucky for him he kept one arm stuck elbow deep in a jar of grace. Greedy little fingers his have always been...
Read moreThat bologna sandwich turned eating into a miserable production. From that moment on, I deconstructed and reimagined the eating process of every food set before me with both diligence and border-line mania...
Read moreAll I want is a bowl of cereal, but a family of rats picked off my teeth. So I’ll have applesauce—like I did yesterday...
Read moreBetcha wanna know what I’m scribbling—well, it’s the last page of this book...
Read moreWearing one shoe doesn’t stop others from minding where they step. A bare foot’s also real good at finding all the broken bits of glass and shrapnel in the halls...
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