Are we chilling at a cocktail party, wearing designer masks and standing six feet apart, celebrating the soft opening of the apocalypse? This glorious shindig takes place in a clinical and creepy art gallery. Vast renditions of this bitch bug hang on its sterile walls, scarier and more surreal than any fevered dream Dali or... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Night Drive in Boiler City
On a chilly November night the rancid furnace factory fortress birthed monsters from its sour belly Spring loaded from diabolical netherworlds their slimy tentacles strangled City Hall demons Radio waves were clogged with conjecture Refurbished mannequins on the tv news vomited fictional political conspiracies Like the nefarious Empires before it Boiler City fell I drive... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 