O MACHINE

Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock an eye on some freakist, million-to-one

Friday, June 19, 2026

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We plug our strings into the wall and let the ropes of fuzz undulate. I strike a bass with sparks you open up the rain of electric fray. The...
Wednesday, June 17, 2026

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If I find you in some obscure channel of purgatory, I will cling to you and we shall rise, over the smoking theaters and resculpted ruins of...

GREG

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Your verses have endured, my friend. The young still hear the rumble of your voice. In a world of cruel and murderous pride, your humility h...
Monday, June 15, 2026

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I am the shadow that snakes through the grass. The oils it accrues seep through a secret sky. Each scale of assembled space is a bright dila...

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The gray walls take my bleeding colors on. I link the caves by running toward the sun. I tunnel through the lives I left behind.  Some rooms...
Friday, June 12, 2026

GODDESS EDITORIAL

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Everybody should be worshipping female deities. You know you want to. Get down on your knees, caress the Earth, and get fucked real good, bo...
Thursday, June 11, 2026

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I am the underworld. Sleep in my paws. Later in the violated morning we'll come up with claws. Scratched and sun drenched faces sex behi...
Wednesday, June 10, 2026

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Blackberry thornbushes under the bridge teeming in edges and corners that feed on the threads of the sun giving sweet black blood to the mou...
Tuesday, June 09, 2026

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Rip out the throat of Christ, and the money machine will follow. Rip out the spiritual hierarchy of eternal death for all. Strip away this r...
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