You are weak. Your womb with its hollow calls to me, does not deserve my life force. I rather cut your eyes out and let them stare on the shelf at your body clutching for breath, that’ll soon be the worm’s caca. You’re less than that, you’re the floor I’m walk upon. The fit or […]
Podcast 38 I talk with Leza Cantoral and get Meta, self-indulgent, and talk about writing, art, pop-culture, and porn.