Monstrous Muse

There is a hole in my brain. It bleeds, spilling out… something. Whatever’s coming out, it’s on the warpath. Continue reading

Have you ever smelled incense or cigarette smoke, though neither was anywhere near you? Continue reading

It seems my inner muse (my dreams, etc.) likes things that fall apart. Continue reading

I remember being frozen. It wasn’t cold, but fear. I saw him coming at me, but I couldn’t tell you what he looks like. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he’s dead. Continue reading