No gods will be born this December eve as we stand shod to knees in snow under hard stars within a black ring of
If you fling yourself from a high-rise, Attempt to avoid falling on passers-by. If your fraudulent or criminal pursuits come to light It is
1. There’s a danger in assuming this another fad. Death itself has changed. The leaving no longer lends itself to ritual, that odd idea
In Memory of Lucien Stryk This, you tell me, is the best moment of the elephant’s life. Guilty of murder. Sentenced to public execution.