Where do your heroes go when they die? Suicide, overdoses, Preventable Death on a celebrity spree. 27, 34, 48, 52. Never aging. Overpriced t-shirts, unplayed records, bastardized fashion. Commercialized cash cows always stuck on repeat. The Sour Girls play musical Angry Chairs As the Spoonman chases Lithium with a glass of water from the Sound. … Continue reading Forever the Sound
Locked behind glass doors and a number pad, secure on the fourth floor, awaiting your bottle service. I didn't bother to check what you ordered because what's the point? I have a pauper's palate for grandpa's lager, a Cutty & soda for those long nights out. They say wine is for those with taste, so … Continue reading Bottle Service
I cracked an egg in my hand and watched the yolk seep through my fingers, sticky like blood from the heart pulled from my chest and gifted to a calculating palm. I scrambled to clean the mess, but the pieces lie in disarray. I begged for the Warmth while we danced unaware, bodies slick with … Continue reading Egg
Fall colors are strange when you're used to sweating during Halloween. Perhaps it's time to trade in my hoodie for a warm coat.
Lunch for One
The rice noodles burn my tongue because I added the spices you like. But it still doesn't feel right without you giggling at me.