The Diceman

The Diceman

Lil and I had met and mated when we were both twenty-five. We formed a deep, irrational, obviously neurotic need for one another: love – one of society’s many socially accepted forms of madness. We got married: society’s solution to loneliness, lust...
Black Wheel of Anger

Black Wheel of Anger

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...