These are the first few pages of the upcoming fourth chapter in Smith's saga.
This is my second publication of a short piece titled "American Bullet". Initially published back in 2017, now, for whatever reason the original is lost in limbo on this site however, I still have access so I am republishing it until I can get the original worked out. Anywhothefuck, American Bullet. Enjoy! I was conceived … Continue reading American Bullet
MSG is a brief comical skit about salt, family, and heroic endeavors. Enjoy Jimmy No-Shoes is an ignorant hick. Just, terribly ignorant! His only source of income is procured through his employment in a salt mine in Generic-Ville, U.S.A. There, deep in the earth, Jimmy No-Shoes spends his time swinging a pickax, often returning home … Continue reading MSG
This is the third chapter in Smith's calamity. If you feel you have stumbled upon this page by accident, stay calm, and hit the back button very slowly...
This is the second chapter of the misanthropic adventures of a junkie named Smith (now reread that five times fast), titled: "Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell". If you haven't already read the first chapter, you can find it on my blog titled: "Sick and Longing for a Walgreen's Bathroom". DISCLAIMER: NOT FOR CHILDREN … Continue reading Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell
This is a work of fiction. This is ONLY a work of fiction. Any nouns involved in similar events is purely coincidental (and pretty damn hilarious!)
I remember the sun- its light of a thousand moments, all vying for their fifteen minutes. Scratching at the sorrow of another yesterday while shivering up to a dumpster- society’s leftovers; served up on a concrete platter. I remember her eyes. Electric spheres of blue rising over an imperfect smile- the smoking gun clenched … Continue reading Memories of the Son