The wind howls outside with all the operatic gusto of a new Scott Walker EP.  The gunshot blazes through my ear and I black out. I did it. I actually did i— “I’d love to kill myself like Kurt Cobain. One shot--dead. What a great ‘fuck you’ to all the dumb humans.” “Don’t you like … Continue reading FINAL CUT


"Way Lost" by Kim Dorland The only memory I trust is that of the sunset. The other things, they’re fragmented into a million broken pieces, all of them too sharp and deadly-bright to fit back together again. She had a pink balloon tied around her wrist. I remember what she sounded like when she screamed … Continue reading WITNESS