Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your professors Your baseball scores Welcome to the millennial woodchipper … More
This winter sees the bitternings of crows the left-behind of crows unsuited for flight of crows ill-equipped for animosity of … More
“` bash Fri Apr 14 14:50:11 ~/studbook (master *) $ node db/seed.js right above var HorseSchema about to do mongoo.Promise … More
ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
Logline In this prequel to CASABLANCA, RICK BLAINE flees the wrath of a Harlem gangster and winds up using his … More
Review Era: 1930s Locations: International Budgets: High Genre: Action & Adventure, War Adventure, Drama, Period Drama, War Drama Logline RICK … More
Review Era: 1930s Locations: New York, Le Havre, Djibouti, Madrid, Paris, Barcelona Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Period Drama, War Epic … More
Review Era: 1930s Locations: Globetrotting – NYC to Paris to Africa to Spain Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Adventure Drama, Period … More
We are exact careful precise, watchmaker, we put springs where were their ears we put gears where were … More
How do we, dolphin, kill him, the shark? How do we, the eel kill the urchin? How do we, the … More
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten like a kite.
The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More
Mary, i want to give; to turn the wide space open arid empty of my long-since death i, dead, still … More