A brand new bizzaro short is up Festival of Writing. A bizarre and heartfelt ode to the great American pop culture apocalypse.
I’m knuckle deep in a tranny named Angel Dust – no wings and no memories.
Fappin’ Frank has wired a stereo to his computer, Pandora streams spoken and broken words. Burroughs, Rollins, Biafra, hipsters without makeup, without faces. Electric conversations cross and short circuit.