Gulf to Flesh
“I talk to myself, argue, kick my own ass. My mind is a Futurist committee, whose name is Legion, for we are many, and passionate.”
“I talk to myself, argue, kick my own ass. My mind is a Futurist committee, whose name is Legion, for we are many, and passionate.”
Don’t give me that gay equals pedophile bullshit. The press is all over any instance of homosexual pedophilia, but the truth is that the huge
Judy’s adult life has been a protracted heart attack, driving across state lines, in the breakdown lane, at night. The car belongs to her rich
Re-living the interactions of his day, Edgar said, “Welcome to another episode of Psychotic Theatre. Oh dear.” Tycho’s green eyes looked up at him. “Marmow?”
Joshua and I went with my friend Ben Carlson to a Halloween party at SF MOMA. Ann Magnuson performed a series of rocking and hilarious