The Killing Machine

The Our Father

Daddy Long-Legs
Moves ToThe City

Desperation Show

the burning jar


american gothic

the presents of loss

ourselves forsaken

our killing machine

salamander pond


pavement bloodless hallway stretches out for miles of barren parking lot an open invitation to the guiltless the lost for love--the dead. the shrouded thunder comes up in veils from the highway cat screams out of the darkness. someone out there has been killing cats again--an almost transparent shadow stares stalks hunts bleak on cracked peeling membrane pavement gives birth to rotting corpses in dusty raincoats yellowed fingernails--mute and grinning

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