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