It’s a flame and we draw to it like moths, like flies, like the make money money this street has become. What does the visiting Englishman say when he sees this street and its Resurgens stagnation? Does he see Manchester in it? Or maybe East London? Certainly the names have changed to protect the uncaring, and the curbs are red with the blood of Brandon who fell from his bike onto the curb,...
Neicy and Mizz June
Each was each designed to die- alone, gobs of fat great vats of fatty fat vasc- ular- dead words dead birds nasty hoarder house gross- Gummo yard mullet man- look, like daycare teacher hell, daycare teacher smell rotten- dead alone don’t die alone Goddamn.