I don’t know where we went wrong, but here we are… scratching and clawing like wounded animals. I guess I want this less than I thought I did, even as you foam with need to devour that.We used to be Mentos...
Member: MadMartigan
The Astro Van’s engine screams like a wounded animal as it drifts in a wide arc under the bright metallic rain of tracer rounds. Most of them miss, except the ones that don’t. They blast down through the passenger seat...
Aurora
"holiday wishes and desires are never as simple as they first appear"
The frigid, glacial cold slithers in through every pore in her body as she steps naked from the Jacuzzi. Then it slaps her full in the face, a stinging blow that reminds her of a nasty little French godmother that...
Part Seven: Last Stop Bubbles
"final chapter"
An Indeterminate Point In The Future The sunlight streams through the window, making your dirty blonde locks glow shimmer like a curtain of molten metal. You’re perched naked on a stool, wiggling hot pink painted toenails, music pumping into you...
- JALEN /-It’s the rattling of chains that wakes me, knocks me back down the hill like Sisyphus’ fucking bullshit rock. Yea. I know Sisyphus. Paint him black and you get the inner city version where the damn rock is...
The concrete is colder than I thought it’d be. More abrasive. Like sandpaper and those small, painfully annoying pebbles that squirm their way into your shoes back when you’re a kid drunk off sugared drinks and running like a bat...
I. Invisible Criminal“Caution, approaching platform.” We’re nothing but invisibles nowStrangers on a train, that clichéd riftSpun up, up, up in far off Hollywood lightsWith those backstage sets and the rain machinesDropping watery gems into silver tearsThe real fucking taleBehind those Westside...
Part Four: Bitter Paradoxes and Changing Faces
"losing control"
I. Retrograde One of our old haunts, a repurposed manufacturing plant, still hums with life on breezy Saturday nights. Used to come here every weekend. Her great escape, a middle finger to her name. Detach from reality and just… exist....
Part Three: Tangled in Time
"memories tilting the present off axis"
I. Jitterbug Stand clear, doors closing.“Ya think Sting ever really thought about all the unspoken moves behind Every Breath You Take?”I don’t look up. I try to focus on getting this quick sketch just right. Shading. Light. Blending. But you’re like...
Part Two: Double Bubble Relativity
"bubble gum visions and twisted memories meet"
I. Vicious State of Mind“Caution, approaching platform.”The announcement drowns out the clipped whispers, but the furtive eyeballing remains. Some knew me immediately. The celebrity-like recognition flashed like fat paparazzi Nikons as they traced the familiar tattoo slopping down my cheek,...