They met on a pleasant 1st October afternoon and parted ways without a good-bye in the early morning of 25th. It had been the happiest twenty-four days of his life. He jogged his memory trying to think about her words, the strength, the beauty of it, delivered with charm, passion and empathy, her eyes, the … Continue reading Goodbye Starr. Show Them.
There was a time when Malcolm used to imagine about mutilated bodies, decapitated heads, bodies being inserted into gigantic grinding machines and crushed to powder, which would be mixed with an appropriate fluid, mostly semen or something bearing a similar value of viscosity coefficient, and hardened into the shape of a penis, if the body … Continue reading The Royal Boot-Out