Job was moving in the earth, swimming through grimy black dirt and rocks and roots, letting it flow into his mouth and out of his ass in one fluid movement. As if Job himself were earth, mud, and stones. And … Continue reading →
Job had meant to cut off his penis. He had actually been looking forward to this event for quite some time, and it had required the greatest of efforts to keep from doing it much sooner. He had read in … Continue reading →
As he drifted off he heard the rain pattering on the roof like baby food. All that money wasted on birth control pills. He dreamt of cold steel rubbing him, and chanting Ohm chakras and executing aerobatic flips and wiggles. … Continue reading →