The Girls Who Bite

This is for the girls who bite who kiss with their teeth when their lips would suffice, who caress with their claws instead of soft hands who press our faces to the floor with the stern and severe heels of … More

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Road Diary 9-Simi Valley, CA-Santa Susana Meltdown

Protect me from the truth, protect me from the tumor, because what I don’t know cannot hurt me if I pretend it isn’t there. It isn’t there It isn’t there It isn’t bubbling churning mutating waiting somewhere in the Santa … More

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Road Diary 3-Boron, CA-Workin’ in the Bleach Mines

Eyes devoid of all color and cities named for chemicals, or is it the other way around? Who can tell? When our lives can be measured in double-wide or single-wide and our greatest possession is the moon-sized satellite, that picks … More

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