Ty Webb
"Stop thinking. Let things happen."
Codes and myths, narratives and icons, rituals and representations.
"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."
They refuse to live like “schnooks.”
"Yes, sir. I'm your pal."
“One soldier more or less doesn’t make any difference, you know.”