All parties are essentially the same, the really good ones are special in tiny ways
I’ve been to millions of parties, in secrecy on pilgrim ships or in the shadows
of New Amsterdam still-life, seemingly timeless cities surfing through the centurie...
All my life I’ve been running into people who declare, “Magic makes the world
a bigger place” as if conjuring greasy spells out of methamphetamine dust
and werewolf dandruff somehow gives your eyes binocular grace, dulls your narrowness
so you see th...
Before my teeth were swampy gemstones, I was but a boy
begging for scraps on the outskirts of some walled city
here was the mighty city with its musclemen and gutter nuns
here was the mighty city with its garbage trucks and concer...