The Hand That Guides You
Dark all around. Downer downer colder colder. The smell at first six feet is rot. The smell of organs exposed.
Dark all around. Downer downer colder colder. The smell at first six feet is rot. The smell of organs exposed.
Cherry liked watching the pretty bulbous eyes of the Santa Gertrudis in the kill chamber until they went blank.
Carrying my book, holding my place with my finger, I followed her into the run-down building next to the Drive-In.
Growling along to the electric chiming of Sarah’s Ibanez hollow-body licks, Press again started to feel the sickness that didn’t want to admit it was a sickness.
“Remember not to call me uncle,” says the liar’s uncle as they both step off the bus, onto the dusty road leading into the drive-in.
Our rules are in place to prevent needless disfigurement and death.
The first whispers I heard concerning Louis le Palme’s Ruins of the Sun arrived just hours before the film’s first and, as far as I have been able to determine, only screening.
Car broke down. Too much dust in the engine, I dunno. Wheels kept kicking up land all the way through California & eventually the car sputtered and died.