PINKERTON’S FRAILTY Fucking dead detectives don’t know nothing. all your solved mysteries are ours PINKERTON’S DEMISE Go to hell with your big coats paid for by fatty steak-nibbling corporate bitch get out of here you rat-fink without friends, what you want some money, fuck you PINKERTON’S PINKY TOE Every fucking pinkerton has a pinky toe… Continue reading from THE PINKERTON QUANDARIES

tiny suns

egocentric egocentric  Heliocentric maggots I’m sorry offal … death spiral. (by Killerman Rogue)

gritty street poem

teeth on the sidewalk how did they get there I know how because I watched the crust punks stomp the old man under the streetlight  in the parking  lot of Hanks Supermarket. I didn’t intervene because I kind of suspected that the old man said something or did something inappropriate or worse I’m not sure… Continue reading gritty street poem