taxidriver

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
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.
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