Seminal Logic To A Belly Hole

Love lip trippingingly swan dive to secondary motions in chandelier skin —I think of Marxism as a sexist joke on myself— “Scrumpdillyishus!” quoth she chucking down my wrinkled sack to the delicious toad drippings of her snack, T-shirts stuffed with scribbles in black. Isaac the Cossack is the buff chick about town; “Nice bag ofContinue reading “Seminal Logic To A Belly Hole”

Beam Me Up, Scotty, There's No Intelligent Life On This Pantsuit

It all started when I couldn’t shave the Cuban Instead mayonnaise plastered my gums as I smoke Buttering me up in the home of ex-president Truman Fuck the begonias, Save your land! He then began to sort the anal beads as crystal cottonballs snap! I stand naked from the waist down to your song watchingContinue reading “Beam Me Up, Scotty, There's No Intelligent Life On This Pantsuit”

Ainadamar: The First Flight of the Madrugada

If there’s one sure way to attract attention to your novel, it’s to publish it on a blog like Morpheme Tales. After all, practically 80 people a day, most looking for “naked bums” visit this site. Shortly after publishing sample chapters, I imagine Tor or DAW or Harper Collins will be knocking down my door.Continue reading “Ainadamar: The First Flight of the Madrugada”