If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…