Death to the Cash Cow

Crucifix secured to string, dangled from Aseop’s neck, removed and left on his end table, next to his rocking chair and settling in to teeter, he placed a cold soda inside the string spiral. Aluminum can adjusted to different temperatures, perspired and left a ring of moisture behind as Aseop lifted the soda, took aContinue reading “Death to the Cash Cow”

The Conquest of Bread Re-Dux

Wise skin perishes without qualms as the convenience of commercialism exposes too much ownership and this syncopated to capitalism’s encouragement of rage purchasing creates a need for job postings such as, Minimalism Expert and Tax Accountant (specializing in exploiting offsets conditioned through charitable donations). Bread flourished under mass-production and this criteria inside the food timelineContinue reading “The Conquest of Bread Re-Dux”

psalm 82:6

Deacon Clark handed Sister Rogue a stack of Bibles and instructed her to pass them out to his pupils. The hood of her nun costume retained heat like a tanning booth, any activity which involved heavy lifting, left her in a state of quasi-been-fucked. Deacon Clark grabbed a scarf out of his pocket, “here,” heContinue reading “psalm 82:6”