Breaking Away
They have no repertoire of bromantic chest-bumps.
Codes and myths, narratives and icons, rituals and representations.
They have no repertoire of bromantic chest-bumps.
"I never saw dead people smoke before!"
Conveying emotional idealism via cluttered, awkward blocking.
"Stop thinking. Let things happen."
She is wisdom, love, joy.
Otto will transcend the far too limiting punk-hippie dichotomy.
“People say, you know, I’m an idiot or something."
The cake has always been at odds with Indian culture.
The hardboiled protagonist has developed a sentimentality-proof exoskeleton.
“Heavy boots of lead / Fills his victims full of dread."
Blursday the fortyteenth of Maprilay.
A chastened, bewildered, deeply grateful vector of southern-fried redemptive forces.
He’s a prawn trapped in a net.
"Some people simply do not belong."