Fiction
Tropicana by Austin Sanchez-Moran
She wears shoulder and arm guards for the dripping wax, but very often drapery, wallpaper, cabinets catch on fire.
She wears shoulder and arm guards for the dripping wax, but very often drapery, wallpaper, cabinets catch on fire.
I measure him, balancing the ruler smoothly upon his godless tonsure.
My love & I won’t stop dancing. we don’t concern ourselves with rhythm