August 7, 2019
I know it’s the speed that’s got me head-over-heels, but still, the victory: chain-smoking and reading smut poetry in a bathroom with this girl that I am utterly smitten with. Smoke settles in various swirls. The toilet used as a makeshift ashtray. Outside, sidewalks stretch between trees. Neon daylight slithers up to the window and sweats cement.
“I’m just gonna open up my mind and my legs and see what happens,”
September 4, 2019
Dale Brett: [Introduction]
Star-mangled inner connections. Online interactions smashed by Amor asteroids and Klonopin marbles. Call it what you want. For me, the subconscious meandering towards the salubrious orbit of the Eris duo tugged at my heart like a violent tidal inertia. Upon first reading their words, I was instantly attracted to their prose, and their personalities. So similar to what I normally look for in literary art,