subliminal messages

Jul
13
New Angel

New Angel

If only I was like Odious and had you to help me! I could type out the transmission from your satellite heart, my love played back to me, alien and strange like my voice on a cassette; I’d type as fast as I could to transcribe the dark feedback loop between us.
9 min read
May
13
midnight & the stars and you

midnight & the stars and you

What if, instead of being a benevolent entity helping to lead us out of the maze of ordinary reality, Heir Max was the Minotaur at its center–the half-man, half-beast form of a demented deity that wanted to be worshipped like a ferreal god?
9 min read
Feb
24
coconut latte

coconut latte

“Beamed or banned, banned or beamed? Boiled and swollen or foiled and creamed?”, the Babies chanted. “Same difference,” I whispered
8 min read
Nov
29
Antenna

Antenna

I’m back and getting ready--getting ready for the main act! Not only with my friendship with Odious but with my life. I’m decades late but I’m finally primed for celluloid stardom despite how I murder every line.
9 min read
Nov
09
pound cake

pound cake

“Look!” I called out, laughing, to Jesse up ahead of me, but he didn’t hear, he was too busy playing the role of morning zombie to notice auspicious symbols let alone the subtle influx of perfection and purity encasing everything...
8 min read
Oct
22
Deeper

Deeper

I could almost be lulled into believing nothing had changed, but the formidable reality of Heir Max 98 hung between us, a dark shape that was blurred around the edges like a smudge or a distortion in the fabric of space and time.
4 min read
Oct
09
present tense (synopsis)

present tense (synopsis)

The parts of our being that are pre and post language—they’ve been activated and lit-up, even if the rest of our so-called conscious minds can’t grasp it. It’s like an opening in your body that lets in extra air, getting you a little high and freaked out from the oxygen.
11 min read
Sep
21
phone home

phone home

I told Jesse James I wanted to live within the cathedral of the sunset, beneath which all people are free. "Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said in his soft, feminine voice. The evening light made the ancient teardrop tattoo under the corner of his left eye look like smeared eyeliner.
7 min read
Sep
15
folk punk

folk punk

Heir Max 98: Hi Swim. Let me start by saying that I agree with you. Swim Palmer: Hi Swim Palmer: Agree with what? Heir Max 98: That the mixtape is the highest form of art.
5 min read
Sep
07
ttys

ttys

I left BK the day before Ida. I'm heading west with an old acquaintance who is vaccinated but far from well…
6 min read