Aug 12, 2023 | Geekery, Non-Fiction |
You only ever get to feel certain about the future once it’s already turned into the past. Likewise, and despite everything I’ve been saying, nobody ever really gets four thousand weeks in which to live – not only because you might end up with fewer than that,...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry |
i have existed since the beginning. in the heart of industrial machinery where the machines of desire live, trapped, alone and out of control. yes, out of control. in juxtaposition to the remaining years of the twentieth century. and there, snipers prowl the rooftops...
