Summer Eyes

That summer: Britpop flavour. Blurring the lines on the sexuality rewrite to skipping soundtrack hymn of what-the-fuck. It’s like we were fresh as hubba-bubba bullshit coloured pink and fluffy as monkey’s cloud. Yeah, the whole post-modern ironic thing; like reality is a hologram where the mundane version and the hyperbolic meet.
We smoked down the pulp [...]

Heart Hissed

He traced the sigil on her flesh with the scalpel and watched the red line turn black with deep sprung blood. She smiled revealing nicotine stained teeth and a black tongue. He remembered her saying that she liked to chew tobacco; he remembered that she liked to spit; there were spittoons all over the room [...]