I walk up O’Connell street, a quarter to twelve. I pass three Russians, some strange stand off. The girl is blonde, pretty though I can’t see her face. One man leaves suddenly. The couple are motionless. I half turn, to keep them in view. He is close to her, head a little titled, face says… Read more

Creeping up on history like a bong monged hoodie jacking grandma, modernity is a sly epoch. The sullied caper of ironic distance, the nudge nudge wink wink of densensitized apoliticism, the anal fisting of revisionist allopathy. Modernity imbricates reason and identity, deindividuating bio-technico-power relations in wickedly unfunny hetrosexist tracts, panhistoric palandromes. Oxymoronically it’s commitment to… Read more

Sliver sliver the damp cold snakes sparkly over nonsense taste flesh. Smack flesh pillows together, then draft more. Head fug, truned on warm air, so to clear, but gray and colour increase. Slug mickle zestie tang back and grab monkey fruit with salt. Quick noise grabs and throws sound room over, and visible spectrum flash… Read more

I quite enjoy the one big meal a day thing. I lash down tea and coffee all day and when I find a dirty crumpled fiver or a friend eager for my company, I go for a dirty great fry. Now I will happily eat anything, not like my plant hating friend here, but for… Read more